As the day turns to night
And you turn out the light
Preparing to slumber
There’s a guest who abides
His name is Bartholomew
And in your house, he hides
He likes the dark spaces
Where no one dares look
The attic, crawl spaces
Under furniture, in nooks
You’ll never find him
He’s too good, you see
At hiding and sneaking
Happily watching you be
He’s watching you sleeping
He’s watching you lay
He’s quietly creeping
Towards you each day
1 step
2 steps
3 steps
FOUR
Can you feel him getting closer?
He’s standing at your door.
Snatching moments alone in your house
Whilst moving around
He’s as quiet as a mouse
Looking for treasures
Possessions to keep…
…a teacup
…a trinket
…some panties (shhh…it’s a secret)
…a hairbrush
…a toothbrush
What next? Let us see!
Why, a lock of your hair
Snipped away in your sleep
He’s watching you sleeping
He’s watching you lay
He’s quietly creeping
Towards you each day
1 step
2 steps
3 steps
FOUR
Can you feel him getting closer?
Snip, snipping some more.
The excitement is fading
The more that he takes
The greater the risks
The more that he makes
Until one day he finds
It’s impossible to hold back
He cannot refrain, gain composure or tact
He leans over you sleeping
He’s stroking your skin
Quietly contemplating
Just where to begin
He’s watching you sleeping
He’s watching you lay
He’s quietly creeping
Towards you each day
1 step
2 steps
3 steps
FOUR
Can you feel him getting closer?
Looking upon you with abhor.
As day turns to night
For your final time
He’s prepared all his toys
He’s got them in line…
…A shiny knife
…A razor blade
…A panty gag
…A garden spade
One heavy hammer and an adaptable drill
He’s oh so inventive when it comes to the kill
He’s watching you sleeping
He’s watching you lay
He’s quietly creeping
Towards you each day
1 cut
2 cuts
3 cuts
SLICE
Can you feel him getting closer?
He’s on you, he’s in you…
…he’s saying goodnight.