In the dead of night…
A figure lingers just beyond view.
Silent footsteps echo in the distance…
Always watching.

They see your laughter.
They hear your whispers.
They know your secrets.

Behind every window…
Around every corner…
A predator’s breath chills the glass.

Your love is their obsession.
Your warmth is their hunger.

When the streetlights flicker and the shadows move…
They’re closer than you think.
Waiting. Breathing. Watching.

Because once they’ve zeroed in on you…
There’s no escaping the gaze.