This is My Game
As night falls,
the shadows call out my name.
They beg for me to come out and play,
whispering thoughts to fuel my hunger.
The black night hiding me from Heaven's sight.
I move like a shadow through the night.
My soul as black as ink with crimson colored eyes.
Silently I seek for my prey,
the smell of innocence leading me.
The room is dark,
a small light near the door.
Here is my prey,
sound asleep and dreaming of childish fantasies.
It's sickening the contempt I smell.
My claws are like talons,
they can slice into your dreams.
My breath cool on your ear,
I know your name.
I wake you up with my joys,
a nightmare from my Master's book.
Your fear is my fuel,
my sickening laughter a whisper in your ear.
This is my game and I play all night.
