Storm Upon The Shores

I tread lightly through the night, becoming shadow-like

You will hear no sound, no indication that I am there

Except for the fear, unexplainable when I am near

I will haunt and stalk, before I strike

I like to see the paranoia develop into hysteria!!!

And the last moment when you are ready to break open

I will put my blade unto your throat and watch the bloo like fountains flow!!!

I am the storm upon the shores

The fire upon the blade

And mankind will never find

Peace from my campaign

When your throat has opened, the bleeding is severe

But half the fun of slitting throats is the gurgling you will hear

I instincts will take over and you put your hands to your neck

Realizing that the warm and wet is the blood RED!!!

I am not through yet, but the fountains have peaked, and when you realize

That it's useless to scream

The desperation inside drives you to survive, panic then attack, fight or flight

The lights begin to fade your head becoming heavy

And from the loss of blood you will become weary

I am the storm upon the shores

The snake in your garden

And once again I will wilt your flower to demonstrate the power of my resolve

My gaze is cold and hard

And I could stare for hours at my art

Time is of the essence and my presence must go undetected