It is a scary world outside my door, in the darkest hour of night.
I know there are things out there that want to eat me or maybe something worse.
I'm not quite sure what those things are, I'm not even sure if they are real or imagined.
Possibly they are something someone else imagined, and have become real.
You might call me paranoid; you might even call me delusional, except for one fact. I am one of those things.
I know the monsters are real, tonight I'm your monster, and I feed on you.
Tomorrow night I might be someone else's food, does that absolve me from what I'm about to do to you?
No I guess it really doesn't. I'm just hoping to teach you a lesson, so that next time,
in another life you are more careful, and you don't end up someone else's dinner.