Whispers in the Dark

The streets are silent, the moonlight thin,
Footsteps echo—let the hunt begin.
A shadow moves where no eyes see,
A predator walks, wild and free.

A gloved hand, a fleeting touch,
A heartbeat stops—it doesn’t take much.
A chilling smile, a whispered name,
Another soul, lost to the game.

The city sleeps, but I still roam,
A blade, a thrill, a life unknown.
No conscience left, no past to trace,
Just hollow eyes and a nameless face.

I walk among you, unseen, untold,
With hands so warm, yet heart so cold.
You pray for safety, lock your doors—
But nightmares creep through every floor.

So if you hear a knock tonight,
A gentle tap—no need for fright.
Go on, ignore it, close your eyes…
By morning’s light, you’ll realize.