Cky

the fire dies on it's own
leaving us to ourselfs but not exactly alone
I think that someone is out there waiting
antisipation has grown
the air is black as can be
can't even see that my hand is infront of me
I'm overhearind a whisper they won't escape until the blood is set free
so turn back the silence is deafening
turn back don't let them see you again
they make their rounds in the midnight hour and
on the clock it's just a minute away
so we're hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed
and the huger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease