There is a predator lurking
Just under my skin
He hunts for his prey
With a paper and pen

He whispers of demons
And ravens in flight
He paints me dark pictures 
Then makes me write

Dead men walking home
After a hard day's death
A young woman's climax 
With blood on her breath

A young boy by a tree
With a stone in his hand
An old woman with a gun
Standing over her man

An old man in his sixties
Looks back on life gone
A young man in his twenties
Who can't move on

An aging southern widow
Mind full of cotton and lace
Her child gone before her
She's forgotten his face

A bat in a tall tree
Cold eyes stalk the night
Blood singing with blind hunger
On another dark flight

A young lover's bright pride
For growing so bold
An old lover's black hatred
Her hands and bed cold

A cold mechanical spider
Waits hungry in her web
A young warm life smiles
As he takes his first step

A man's dying touch
A fat tear in his eye
We'll be together again son
I love you, goodbye