Souls slithers like a snake
Taking images with them
Like the living might
Take a knife
Darkness takes harness of
The mind, making it weep
For sadness and
Dread
For it's only but half
Done at this hour
At this moment
When all is revealed
It's the Witching Hour
When all is nothing
And when a single person
Becomes an Army of the Damned
July 6, 1996 (12:03 A.M.)
