Mother!

Mother

Empty eyes prowling from the hill top
Overwatching those whom have come to stop
Controlling the boy with mental eavesdrop
Of the mother

Horrid black night within this atmosphere
Within the shower the target will fear
Behind the curtain the knife will appear
Of the mother

Peering
Mother
Hearing
Mother

Searching pursuer ceased to a skewer
Commence the vacancy to be fewer
Blackened grotesque blood dips from the spewer
From the mother

Hidden uptop with a face of dead bone
Hidden away with her offspring alone
Dual voices perceived from both the unknown
From the mother

Slashing
Mother
Thrashing
Mother

We all go mad sometimes
Wouldn't hurt a fly