The Miseries Dare To Imagine

When the light fades and the shadows rise,
my battle begins.
I see them before me, I hear them call me,
whispering my name, calling me to my grave.
I feel them surround me, I smell them about me,
That foul pungent smell.
The stench of death and rot.
They've come for me, these demons of darkness,
But they wait.
They wait for pain, death, sadness and suffering.
Like vultures, they cower and skulk,
Waiting to feed on the weak.
I mustn't give in and in my darkest hour
I must fight and look for the light,
A ray of hope.
For this divine light will guide me
It will deliver me away from the dark ones,
These creatures of the night.
These demons I call,
THE MISERIES.

...ANON...