look out — he follows you, follows gentle
took his might from your blood
guarded at your homedoor
as a child you felt his greed
behind stack and darkened doors — he could be
slipping in shadows on and on — he is teacherous
… is it an animal? dust over the bay
… is it him? Darkman behind the tree
now he got you — now you are wreck and slave!
no vanity fight — you feel the razor as it cuts your vein
this tower will kill you — the serial infanticide
covered with glory — blissful
only one look — you feel like a worm
you shrink, the door is closed — no escape
you shreak with pain
you have words — he is deaf
his eyes shine glowing fire
fight and pain is true real
drop-shaped blood you hardly feel
his black work like a shredder