When their eyes have left you alone
you know all too well
that's when the real torture begins
Alone, you are vulnerable
alone, you reek of fear
you can sense them
sniffing right outside your door
waiting for your eyes to close
listening to your trembling heart
They are always there
but this is their witching hour
Bloodthirsty bastards
they never get enough
they withdraw from every account
You have four walls to consider
and no way out
They poke, they prod,
they make you squeal
Your best defense is to scream
but no one would hear you
They know what power is
You haven't figured it out
you just know that
right now is a bad time to be you.
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