The Tale of Mr. Scratch

Beware the truth of the terrifying tale
Of the man known only as Scratch
No fellow before him knew so much pain
Or lived through anything to match
Locked in suffering he goes on his way
To share to all what plagues him
In order to abate the insufferable feeling
In his mind that is dark as a chasm
Look for him when you least suspect
It is just then when he will find you
Pain he will bring straight to your heart
So that death will seem like a breakthrough
It is what you fear the most he has in store
It is intended especially to paralyze
He sees in your soul just so he knows
Your dark secrets he steals through your eyes

His face is locked in a perpetual sneer
All he can feel now is hate
It is when you see him from the edge of your eye
That I’m sorry to say it’s too late
Quickly through shadow he moves
To each victim, from place to place
His pain will be shared before the night’s end
Then a smile will seep to his face
His pale skin it seems to just hang on his cheeks
For the moment his pain is no more
But soon it returns and so on to the next
He moves swiftly to even the score
If ever you find a scratch on your door
That is there for no other reason
It is then that you now he has chosen to show
That it is you that is in hunting season
Deny the truth or prepare all you can
Lock all your doors with a latch
But nothing in the end will bring you release
Except for the swift hand of Scratch