Have you ever turned your head,
And seen only black?
In the infinity of the blackness,
Are there eyes staring back?
Has terror ripped your soul,
Fed on your spirit in the night?
Has a gnarled, bloody creature
Engulfed your entire sight?
Have you felt its talons,
Have you felt its piercing teeth?
Have you felt the ground as you fell onto it,
Around you, blood forming a wreath?
I have felt it's talons,
I have felt it's teeth
I have watched my blood slowly
Become an awful wreath.
The worst of all their deadly wrath:
The horrors of their pale red eyes
The emotionless flickering, glowing in the dark
Empty of love or despise
And while your sould is being torn apart,
There's nothing left to say.
All you can do is accept that,
There won't be light in the next day.
But fall to your death
You really just might
If you can't over come
The creatures of the night
They're demons, who lurk
they're demons, who prowl
And when they attack,
Other's won't hear your howl
For nocturnal pupils,
And beady, dead, eyes
Are always something
Worth surprise
"Fear not," they may whisper
And you may silence your scream
But no matter what,
Creatures of the night are never on your team.
