Black adder awaits
Stalks it's prey
First strike
Second strike
Third strike
All is calm
Black adder is dead

I've tried to put up with you
But you always seem to pursue
You have a different kind of thing
It has become annoying

I want to understand
It's your disrespect, I can't stand
Please just stay away
And don't push your way

Leave us alone now
Your intrusion is something I can't allow
Stop the desperate pleas
I'm asking you, please.

I stalk you
Everyday.

I look through photos,
videos,
tweets,
statuses.

As if,
         As if,
                  As if,

They can bring us back to where we were.

But they can't.
And all that I can do is

Stalk.

Tales of the shadow
Creeping in the night
Tales of the hunter
Searching with keen sight

'Tis an endless dance
The pair of them make
The hunter to save
And the shadow to break

The Soulstealer comes
In the witching hour
While people are dreaming
His chosen prey cowers

The hunter steps light
With his weapons in hand
When he finds the dark beast
There he'll make his stand

For 'tis his sworn duty
To guard and to save
From the dark in the night
And the shadow in day

Perhaps it's time
For the stag to stalk the gun
For the driver to be blinded
For the killer to panic.

Perhaps it's time
For my porcelain mask to crack
For the sweet smile to twist itself
For the pain to be revealed.

I have wasted the days.

Only now
As I dwell on the years old
Does my future end.
Only now
Does the stag stalk the gun.

Only now.

I have wasted the days.

Around the corner the Goomsler stalks
Never he worries, Never he talks.
Always he follows, Always he's there.
Around the corner, the Goomsler stares.