Every week,
He stocks you,
Like his prey.
Until midnight,
When he comes,
He will not be happy,
And welcome,
You in his haunted house.

The mask is off,
Upon your eyes.
Time ticks away,
'Till your demise!
I'm gonna get you~
No escape, no place to hide!

In the note pad, fates a written
Cuz Pandora didint listen
Time will march and here with me
THIS SCREEN AT LAST YOU EVER SEE!!!!