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