These are the eyes that are watching you pace back and forth
The voice you hear, with no face to match
Paranoid, you glance over your shoulder
A fear created in the depths of your mind
Mysteries of the unknown
Hear the whispers of the the shadows forewarned
I hear your cries
I am the possessor
That you can't see
This is the face staring back at you
Death's chill fills the room
An icy touch raises the hair on your neck
No! Don't look back!
I am the possessor
Within the darkness
