stalked visions

 
I could feel him stalking my dreams
following my soul into the unseen
sewing his secrets in my thoughts
until his phantom vision hunt me day and night

I saw myself through his eyes
an object of obsession
something to be prized
filleting the truth of me
until he found my complete honesty
year after year coming from the shadows making himself known
then retracing his steps to the dark where he felt at home

I would forget for awhile
my guard down I would let things slip
he would take a step closer the more he knew
my days were fated to him
the man of the mists with a penchant to consume me

daring me out into the night
I felt him watching, hunting the innocent
more blood spilled appeasing his lust for me
I felt their souls collect around me
warning me he's near don't go that way

never one to live in fear
I became curious about him and what he desired from me
the man in black I couldn't see

divining my future I dread
he would capture me and keep me prisoner
a dungeon of terror my final resting place
tormenting my body
torturing me until I scream in pain

death doesn't scare me living sometimes does
I warn him he must be smarter than the devil dealing with me
I will fight capture he would have to take me dead
the reaper is willing to take me over
I'm long overdue

my blood, his faith
watching me from afar dissecting my days