Intense heat,
You're in for a treat,
Tonight, it's your turn,
For him you will greet.
They whimper softly at first,
Their dreams are the worst,
The man is still hungry,
Blood quenches his thirst.
He lives off your fear,
The knives scratches you'll hear,
Making you tremble,
For the noise sounds so near.
You're asleep and you're dreaming,
You can feel his breath steaming,
The sounds of his blades
Wake you up…
And you're screaming.
-e.b.