Deep in the shadows,
It lingers among us,
With a blade that glistens in the moonlight
And a heart no different from a snake's.
Stalking you solemnly,
Dodging your field of view with
Chipped lamp posts and mailboxes
Filled with your very thought.
The stone brick sidewalk appears to
Pop under your feet, pebbles exploding
Under your weight, feeling heavier than
Usual, and masking your assailant's approach.
And finally you come to a dead end,
Startled suddenly as a misty figure becomes
Visible before your eyes, and whispers so raspy:
"Wrong path you seemed to have taken, my dear,"
And with that, the figure stabs you silently,
And you do not scream, you do not worry,
For you have seen this coming all the long way,
Perhaps you deserved this after all you have done and caused.