He came to me in the dead of night.
He gave me quite an awful fright.
I saw him from my window sill.
Trying to sit statue still.
He saw me though the brilliant glass.
I felt cold in my crisp white blouse.
I knew that my death was due
But I wasn’t ready still
I tried my best to run away.
But he was my hunter and I his prey.
I guess this was how it was doomed to end.
Lonely death without a friend.
He got his gun, it was to end,
Before I met my long dead friend,
My piercing scream, my final cry,
Sliced through the deadest night.
He walked away, my body dead
My spirit, separate, would ascend,
I stood there staring at myself
Knowing soon I’d be on a shelf.
