And the little lonely creature scurried down the street

Searching, sniffing, wanting, to find its missing beat.

The forgotten thump-thump of the muscle once inside

A perpetual still and silence; (normal laws do not abide)

The little heartless waits for an unsuspecting person

To ravage them for a heart and forever curse them

To live a life like theirs, ever searching never finding,

To complete themselves 'fore darkness comes: so controlling and soul binding