Knock knock knock
On that old wooden door
It's open, it creaks , someone steps onto the wooden floor
Creak creak creak
The shadowy figure draws closer,
A light a shadow, a sound
This menace seeks disaster
A whoosh of his jacket , his blade shimmers off the light
I look through the peep hole of my closet
I stare in awestruck quiet fright
Anxiety , pressure , take's a hold
I breathe, I breathe , I breathe I can't control
If anyone's going to take my life
It's going to be me, I'll end my strife
If this theif came to take my soul today
There's going to be a price to pay
Impulses , I dash, I charge , I scream
Uncaring that thing's may not be what they seem
I reach for his throat, I grab his blade
I throw him down, his light must fade
The light of the window reaches his face
I look , I see myself in place .