Being home alone I always experience this,
The knocks, the footsteps, the furniture moving,

The shrilling voice of a man claiming the residence,
the strong feeling of a malevolent presence brewing,

I tell mommy about this but she doesn't listen,
What she knows not  is that man watches her sleep,

Waiting for her to acknowledge his existence,
So he can kill her just like he killed me.

~Inara