Hibernation

Written: 10/19/92
copyright 1992 Demented Thinking Productions
Hibernation

I stalk my awaiting victims in the obscurity of a moonlit night
Easy prey, I crouch down in the shadows and stay well out of sight
I watch them intently from the protection of my ghastly hiding place
Careful not to make a sound, they squirm, and scream, but they don't see my face.

I thrive on spilled blood, and gouging out their insides with my carving knife
I get a thrill out of piercing their jugglers and taking their menial, mundane lives
I'm calm, cool, and collected, a cold, calculated killer on the loose
I escape certain death, near-misses with the law, avoiding the noose.

I skin my prey, or sometimes I just leave them for dead to bleed
A serial killer, homicidal, cannibalistic fiend, bloodshed's all I need
I may wear a mask, I may roam the streets searching for my next kill
I can be the most normal person you know, a next-door neighbor looking for a thrill.

(chorus)

Now I lay waiting in the dark for you
I'm strong and merciless, nothing you can do
Just a few seconds, your life's over and done
Now I must leave where they can't find me, hibernation.