Your Time Is Running Out

Your time is running out

Despite all I think and feel, despite my urge to do the things I really don't want to do.
I choose the right path, 

One way or another your time will run out.

Details shared with the relevant authorities I give them time to do what they should do, and I wait.

You ply your poison trade to the young and the vulnerable.  Do you think it goes unnoticed and do you think you are safe?
Untouchable?

You weigh and measure your little bags of sickly sweet poison!
Everything taken into account?  You sure about that?

One thing you forgot to include in your equations was me!
You hooked one of mine into your twisted world.
One way or another your time is running out.
Pray the authorities get to you first.

I know where you are and who you are.
I wait, I watch and I listen attentively.

Tick, tick tick.

Something is coming and you will never be prepared for what is to ensue. 

Your time is most definitely running out.
You do not know me, and you really, really do not want to.

Tick tick tick