The Darkest Hour
I lay face down in the grass, I can’t see
Darkness, I hear footsteps coming closer
I don’t dare move fore it would give me away
As I listen, my death is pulled forward
A voice calls to me, lies, all lies are said
I resist the urge to run towards the voice
I feel him coming closer, death is near
I dare move a muscle the price I pay
Got you he whispers in my ears, too late
I succumb to the darkness, giving in
