it sits across the room

waving at me

it may be a shadow

but i wave back

after all

i need a guardian angel

of my impending doom

the shadow warns me

i am to eat my own kind

but that doesn’t matter

i know what happens

i’m the end

this very silent room

it’s dark and i cannot see

the shadow is still here

i know it’s still here

it’s never left me

it can’t leave me

the car now goes zoom

though i don’t have a license

that’s not my problem

i have a knife in hand

and they’ll all die

it can’t stop me

i now stare at a tomb

it belongs to my mother

she’s been buried recently

just one bite won’t hurt,

right?