Your Surroundings That Live

You stand among the night, wind whispers hello to your dead silence
As the branches turn the leaves run as it's something you're chased by
The you figure your head wanders as your hearts running to get away
For the night plays a death game of nightmares calling you out

The house nearby stands as an old image whose door slams saying you're not welcome
Fights break the echos that howls off the top of mountain of fear
To water flowing tears at the end of broken lives that never forgets
For headstones of rocks by dead saying it is not worth it

Extravagant random noises spread of the distance
Saying go with the chance of leaving to were you can never return
For  now you will stay and become one of us
Gives me the image and fear that your surroundings live