Tenshinaki

Beware the hunter Beware the hunted He stalks in hidden shadows Out of sight Not quite out of mind He takes none alive Don't come closer He will consume thee To claim and protect His angelic prey

As I lay here I grow weary, My vision has become bleary, As though it had become teary, I am leary, I am leary. Afraid of what is inside me, Oh dear whatever could it be, And if I look what will I see, What could it be, what could it be? Oh will I become frightening, Or possibly horrifying, Why oh why am I transforming, Or is it spring, or is it spring? Is it spring that makes me worry? Causing my hearbeat to hurry? Maybe I should try some curry, Call the jury, call the jury. I have reached some conclusions, Concerning all my delusions, They are simply indecisions, And illusions, and illusions.