Beautiful Chaos

The Darkness

The sun is slowly going down

Hold my hand and don't make a sound

As the darkness begins to creep

We toss and turn in our light sleep

Pray my dear that we'll live to see

The sun peeking up from behind the trees

The blackness is over taking souls

And soon ours will too be stole

We hid in our heads to try to escape

But slowly realized our fatal mistake

The hidden predators of the night

Began their silent nighttime flight

The wind picks up and begins to blow

Through the rampaging, blistering snow

The old house begins to creek

And suddenly our knees go week

Chants of the lost souls fill the air

All we can do is look to the stars and stare

Shingles start to fly around

Outside it sounds like someone had drown

Then the shadows begin take form

Oh what we would do for a fire so warm

Your eyes go shut, and so do mine

Because we know that this is the time

Blustering wind starts to soar

We hear the sharp slam of a door

Hearts pounding at an inhuman rate

We open our eyes and seek our fate