He's staring at me through the window

He doesn't do much else

I don't have much time left

He might do this until my death

He isn't quite scary

But yet I'm scared to death

It's getting really cold in here

I can see my breath

He's crawling through my window

He's crawling to my bed

I really must be dead

I can see his bright red eyes

And his clawed hands

Reaching slowly towards me

I'm about to reach my end

No one else can see him

He looks just like my Dad

They aren't quite twins

The way I know he's not my Dad is what he has within

He cut out his own heart

The way he does his victims

He's cutting out my heart using those horrible claws

He's knew I'd be alone tonight

So no one would hear my calls