Taken (And Soon To Die)

There's a stalker hidden in the dark.

It's got a shiny blade ready for your neck.

It can smell your fear and hear your blood.

It greets you and marks you with a peck.

You were caught in the forest. 

Running for your pitiful life.

Hogtied and thrown in the boot of a car.

Praying someone saves you from this strife.

You hear the cold words in your ear.

You feel the breath upon your neck.

End. Of. The. Line.

You're going out with a whimper and with a whine.

You escaped his clutches, so he could hunt.

You're running from a sick sick sadist.

With a penchant for helpless virgins.

It took you from your home, where you felt safest.

A monster if ever I'd seen one.

Not one from a myth or legend.

Something that's far too close to home.

The fiend was once known as friend.

You hear the cold words in your ear.

You feel the breath upon your neck.

End. Of. The. Road.

You throat to be slit in his dark dank abode.