I lye in the deep dark shadows, of the hidden back alleys,
Scarred by the silence, of the cold darkness.
No bright lights along the perilous path, to guide you safely,
Past familiar places, you thought were harmless.

Late hours of the cold night, I sit and wait,
For my weary prey, to fall softly into my hands.
Comfort you shall not find, nor ease,
But simply what has been planned.

Unspoken words, find their means,
So many pleasures forbidden, like crimes.
Inhumanly acts committed, upon souls,
Souls I will soon claim to be mine.

Deceptive images, portrayed amongst innocent minds,
Muffled screams, corrupt the feeling of serenity.
As I creep into your thoughts, spreading my blackness,
You remain still, with the feeling of insecurity.