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