That Thing Which Lurks in Shadows

It will come tomorrow night, that slithering foul thing. It will come

And demand its sacrifice, demand its payment in blood and death

And I will do so willingly, because I love my boy, young Matthew, my

Child, my little boy. He will be three years old tomorrow. Tomorrow

Is his birthday, deathday, birth-deathday. Yes, I am Matthew, has

Grown into a fine young boy. Yet the fear comes, and I must drink to

Calm my shattered nerves. For the stench that the foul

Thing brings is enough to gag me. I feel I am now forever

Bound to this thing, this hideous cold darkness that

Slithers in and out of time and space itself. Oh, my soul

Is damned to eternal damnation for the deals I have made

That thing which lurks in shadows

The horror that dwells in the dark

You'll never know

When it's coming for you

Until it's too late

It already has you

It creeps up

Right behind you

And grabs you

By the throat

You'll scream but no one hears

It's the thing that everyone fears

Death incarnate, some kind of being

This nightmare, horrific being

That thing which lurks in shadows

The horror that dwells in the dark

You'll never know

When it's coming for you

Until it's too late

You're already killed