Early in the morning
While most are asleep
A tired woman wanders home alone
On a dark and empty street
The moon shines down from above
In the grass the crickets tweet
Unknown to the wandering woman
A phantom stranger lurks in the trees
Early in the morning
While most are asleep
A tired woman wanders home alone
Unknown to her, she’s being pursued
Feeling a sense of paranoia
She spins around quickly
Only to find herself staring
At a dark and empty street
She turns back around and quickens her pace
Aiming to make it home with the utmost haste
Early in the morning
While most are asleep
A frightened woman hurries home alone
On a dark and empty street
From behind her a phantom stranger watches
Stalking amongst the shadows of the trees
It whispers her name, sending chills down her spine
Causing her to turn around and utter a piercing shriek
Early in the morning
While most are asleep
A terrified woman stares death in the eyes
And learns her soul is to be reaped
She begs and pleads to live out more days
But the reaper responds, “Nay,”
“For three hours ago in your sleep
You passed away.”
Early in the morning
While most are asleep
A woman’s body is discovered alone in a house
On a dark and empty street
