I make no sound
while slowly gaining ground.
Prey in sight.
Get ready to feel my bite.
I'm close enough now.
You hear my growl.
Start to turn,
and the last thing you'll see is how my eyes burn
with blood-lust and hate.
Your scream signals it's much too late.
In the morning
I'll wake with tears pouring.
In this form all that matters
is how your flesh tears and tatters.
My jaws rip piece after piece.
I wonder if this nightmare will ever cease.
Unable to control this hunger,
this monster is dragging me under.
In the morning
I'll wake with tears pouring.
The world will know it's true,
because of what I've done to you.
Yes,