He's feels the pain,
Of the coming dawn.
What hope was left,
Is now all gone.
Violin strings,
Sadly they hum.
Ends the performance,
Now it is done.
He comes for you,
He comes at night.
He feels your pain,
Feeds on your fright.
You lie in bed,
A dreamless sleep.
By your side,
He cuts in deep.
Silent gasp,
Your life is lost.
All you feel is,
Breath cold as frost.
Your soul lifts,
Your body dies.
He's saved you,
He heard your cries.
An outstreched hand,
You look at him.
You found your savior,
You found your Grim.