They Wait

With lips as cold as ice, it kisses me

Holds me in a jaw shivering embrace

I ache with the thought

the thought that the thing i fear the most.......is me

I've been fighting Demons

i see them, those Demons, crawling
throughout the night

Whispering in silence, telling me i am nothing

My soul is dark

I dream of hidden death

A hidden death behind an old wooden door

I sit in seclusion

Speak only to us, the Demons say

The darkness will come back