It walks through the night
with a long cloak
and a deadly stride.
puts you in a trance
tis the way the clock danced,
that never gave you the chance
to run away.
it bites your neck
admire
desire
seduction
of the deduction.
they find you asleep
or awake
you cannot escape
it sucks hard
but always still on guard
for not it may
tis your blood they crave
the crimpsion life
for the victims will not remember
that day last December
