Intruder

I know Something about Opening windows and doors. I know How to move quietly, creep across creaky wooden Floors. I know Where to find precious things in all your cupboards And drawers. Snipping the clippers, Snipping the clippers through the telephone wires. The sense Of isolation When I despise, despise me. I Like To feel the suspense when I'm certain you know I am there. I like You lying awake, your bated breath charging The air. I like The touch and the smell of all the pretty Dresses you wear. Intruder's happy in the dark. Intruder come, Intruder come and Leave his mark. Leave his mark. Leave his mark. I Am the intruder