Intruder

I know something about

Opening the windows and doors

I know how to move quietly

Creep across creaky, wooden floors

I know where to find precious things

In all your cupboards and drawers

Slipping the clippers

Slipping the clippers through telephone wires

The sense of isolation inspires, inspires me

I like to feel the suspense

When I'm certain you know I am there

I like you lying awake

Your bated breath charging the air

I like the touch and the smell

Of all the pretty dresses you wear

Intruder's happy in the dark

Intruder come

Intruder come and he leave his mark

Leave his mark

Leave his mark

I am the intruder