Stranger

He’s in custody
The strangler
The dark serpent
The creator and destroyer of dreams

He’s locked away now
you can’t hear him anymore
but I can

He’s in the attic
drawing pictures of slaughtered animals
Fumbling around with a box of matches
trying to ignite all that has hidden him
from you

He needs flames
to stay alive
Everything is combustible
with the right spark

He’s watching you
Waiting to be resurrected
Trying to find the right opening

He has a filthy little secrete
he wants to share
In between your thoughts
He’s whispering it
in your ear

Slowly the transformation is taking place
The grip is beginning to loosen
It won’t be long

You can’t hear him, yet
BUT YOU WILL