Thunder claps violent as I rise from my bed,
The visions of flame dancing still in my head.
A memory perhaps or movie I've seen,
No sense to dwell as it was but a dream.
I dress for the weather and I steady my hands,
Then exit my home to begin my nights plans.
The wind forces rain like needles to my neck,
The unforgiving concrete keeps my feet well in check.
As I stroll through the town with my head hanging low,
I see shadows of strangers and the feet in their hold.
Spotting the first of my victims tonight,
I carefully follow through streets lacking light.
They lead me down alleyways and back behind homes,
And through the old graveyard where dead store their bones.
The world now grows darker for the towns at our back,
And the lake that's in front reflects the moon on cold black.
We turn down the pathways that lead to the beach,
And the stranger is close now almost in reach.
I stop in my tracks as the first does the same,
They sit on a bench raise their head and exclaim:
"Why have you left me?
My loves -oh my dears.
You said that you'd always,
Be close to me -here!
I point to my heart that you've broken in two,
Now watch as I take MY life under this moon!"
