The dark you feel is
the dark I am
The cold on your throat
is my hand
Lurking in the dark
Lurking in the light
I'm here to haunt you
I am your fright
The marks on your skin
are marks of my seed
And the pain you feel
is forever breeding
And all your flesh
is grass in my hands
And all the skin rots
as autumn grass
The dark you see
the dark I am
I rip your heart out
I am your sandman