The phantom strikes at the stroke of midnight,
From window to window he scurries away,
He withers he haunts with all his might,
He spreads horror and dismay,
He smiles a devilish smile
And awakens our nightmares everyday,
He will strike inside our hearts,
And try to concur the good left inside,
A stab here,
A wisper there,
We then become who we all despair,
The phantom is hidden amongst our selfless,
Amongst our skin,
Amongst our hair,
A little evil is in all of us,
And in one night we can awaken the phantom,
But there will always be good left in there,
It's just waiting to strengthen,
To overpower our inner phantom,
The one we all despair,