Song of The Serial Killer

I watch from the shadows

as bedroom lights go out.

Silence wraps you,

mind chatter quieting.

Comfort soothes you,

cozy blankets warming.

Sleep disarms you,

drowsy eyes slumping.

Dreams engage you,

day's events replaying.

Fear disturbs you,

sixth sense keening.

I slither in from the shadows

as moonlight rises.

Compulsion drives me,

And death, yes, death becomes you.