Victim of the Night

A Victim is what it is... Torn apart and unwhole Feeling helpless and all alone. Looking over one's shoulder Never to know... To run to hide one knows not where. Is he here or is he there? This stalker of the night... I feel his presence, I see him not. I know he's there lurking in the night. Is there justice in the land? Cries the victim of the night. As the night fades away And the dawn turns to light The victim still knows He's just waiting for the night.