I’m talking to you because I heard
the wind whispering in the snowLet me tell you about the scariest manThe scariest man I know.
He wasn’t the monster under my bed.
Or the shadow by the closet doorHe wasn’t the creep who felt me upHe wasn’t the corpse on the floor.
He wasn’t the stranger who stalked me
Nor the who looked derangedHe was the man who kissed me hardAnd then just like that, he changed.
He put his hand behind his back
And asked me to be his wifeThe glint I saw with my shining eyesWas the glint of his butcher knife.
He became the man who stabbed me twice
Then he laid me down to dieI begged and bled hot tears of painBut he couldn’t look me in the eye.
He dug a hole in the stained ground
By rote like he’d done this beforeThe last thing I saw was a pocket of skyAnd then I saw no more.
I waited alone, under the dark mud
In my new home that wasn’t mineBut he spun a tale so simpleAnd the world moved on just fine.
Come tomorrow you’re to be his wife
It’s the same old story you seeWhen the music stops; he’ll bring out his knifeAnd bury you right beside me.
If you’re scared by now, you should be
But the dead don’t care to lieThe ground is stiff and rocky hereGrab your shovel and don’t be shy.
See I’m not scared of the scariest man
I’ve had twenty years to waitMy nails and teeth are yellowed and longAnd it’s been a long time since I ate.