The Shadows in my room

They watch me write my stories at night

Lightning strikes outside from the storm

The will decide if I live or die, They are my fate

Their long arms reach out across my walls

Their fingers come to slit my throat

Their eerie screams, the echoing calls

No fear do I feel, only silent thoughts.

I must finish my writings. I hurry my quill.

Every morning They shrink away with the sun but They always come again.

Tonight They are close I feel their chill.

Maybe They are hungry. Maybe it’s the rain.

My candle flickers and the shadows move closer

They’ve been here ever since she died

My sweet lover now a mysterious murder

But I know it was Them. Their black grief consumed her

To save her from the dark I set her room on fire

But I was too late I found her burnt and dead.

The Shadows had already ate her

Now They are almost here for me

And death is welcome to my weary soul

The Shadows claimed her and now i can finally see.

My story is done my words are depleted

Take me to see my angel. in hell is where I will soon be.

Here They come I accept my demise

The shadows take my throat

They twist and break the flames burn my eyes.