here he lurks
behind a bin
eating a ham sandwich
with a rugged coat
and a beard to match.
here he lurks
behind a shrub
drinking some lemonade
which was sour and deathly
and his personality too.
here he lurks
behind a truck
closer now
as you can now see him
and he can see you too.
here he lurks
behind at your front gate
smoking a cigarette
and creeping closer
with each short breath.
here he lurks
behind your door now
no one was home
except for you
and he knew.
hes not lurking anymore
as you feel his warm breath on your neck
and a cold blade against your throat
with bittersweet whispers in your ear
and you didnt feel anymore.