By Brian Egan
He is every looming shadow On a long empty street The echoing steps behind you of an unseen somebody’s feet He’s the gnarled plant And it’s grasping vine The gentle arctic breath Whispering up your spine He is the shifting form In a swirling fog The glowing eyes Of a stalking feral dog As you run inside And lock the doors He’s the wrenching creak Beneath your floors He is the sickening dread That seeps into your bone When no one answers Calling on your phone He’s there when you think you’re alone He is everywhere, that much is true He’s the boogeyman And he’s coming for you
