Wild Game...

Shadows run wild in the night
He goes with them hand in hand
Evil thoughts take off in flight
Spreading terror through the land

Nightmares ooze from a leaking brain
Footsteps echo to nervous ears
Blackened skies threaten rain
All this heightens latent fears

Now, he says; I've got the proper feel
I have added spice to life
It really makes for a better meal
When I finally use my knife

Terror, fright and horror too
Makes the meat so tender
I really like what it does to you
Not like food from a vendor

Wild game is what I crave the most
It really tastes the best
There's nothing like fear on toast
That recipe stands the test

I chase the sobs into your dreams
Only you can see me there
The neighbors hear your muffled screams
As I grab you by the hair

No help is going to come to you
We are here, just you and me
Hiding out in here is fun
Your head is the place to be