I am the shadow in the corner of your eye;
I am the howling in the moon-filled night;
I am the intent of murder in the beast out yonder of your rickety house;
I am the embodiment of death.

You.
Are.
Not.
Safe.


Run all you want,
hide with all the fear you can muster,
but it will do you no good.
I will find you, and...

I.
Will.
Kill.
You.