In the Dead of night just past the devils hour.
You stir awake from a peaceful sleep.
Something is wrong,you tense up as dread climbs columns of your spine.
All eyes on you,but from where?From who?
Gazing from the shadows I lock you in my sights.
Motion based sensing ,I can smell you for miles.
Speed of darkness faster than light.
You'd have better luck trying to run than fight.
The Dead don't die Twice.
Outside your window a silhouette .
A featureless reflection Surveying the prey behind glass panes.
I need no invitation.
Inside your head been crossing the threshold.
Screams I feel even though your mouth is sealed.
Trembling ceased,before my eyes is a statue of flesh. Come on.
RUN.
Why not make it FUN.
Pulse on the rise ,cold sweat...