The street you're walking down is quite dark-
But nowhere near as black as my heart.

This game...It's all about the hunt, you see-
The many levels of terror are what thrill me.

At this moment you have no clue I'm even there-
I salivate while watching you walk without a care.

Fog drifts in and with it a deep chill-
The stage is now set for a fate of ill will.

Now from the shadows a deep growl you hear-
I love using that one it always strikes FEAR!

Footsteps come quickly towards you from behind-
You turn with haste but there's nothing you find.

Your pulse is faster now and your eyes begin to dart-
This is already so much fun, and we're only at the start!

I'm almost visible now watching from the roadside-
Your body trembles as you search with eyes wide.

A glimpse of what's here, is that what you seek?-
As my pupils become luminous your legs become weak.

That look in your eyes, you know what to do-
RUN! Before your legs won't carry you!

Running after you is one of my favorite parts-
I can almost taste the blood in your racing heart!

Not knowing what chases you exacerbates your FEAR-
The smell of it grows thick, as my intentions seem clear.

You round the corner only to find a dead end-
Now you realize it's over, no more pretend.

Standing frozen you ponder a thousand deaths-
On the back of your neck you feel my hot breath.

My sharp teeth pierce your neck as I pull you near-
Your blood tastes ALMOST as sweet as your FEAR!

I pull away not here for the kill, just a taste-
A signal to the others nearby who lay in wait.

You're not dead just yet but you cannot be saved-
Not blood, the CLIMAX of your FEARS is what I crave!

Shhh.....What's that? The sounds of beating wings-
And the squalls and snarls of yet unseen things!

They descend with only the purpose to devour-
This WILL be your last, though not finest hour.

As they begin to steal your flesh, reality spins round and round-
You scream out loud in terror, but no one can hear your sound.

Just before death takes you, all your FEARS converge, then expand without limit-
Only then is my lust for it fed completely, as I bathe in your final minute!