As nightfall murders the happiness of the day,
Nightmares become a reality.
Children scared of the monsters lurking in their rooms,
Despite the comforting words mothers whisper to them.
That fear stays with them,
The fear of never waking from that sleep.
The very thing that we need to stay sane.
And as we get older,
We hear death whisper our name in the wind.
He lures us with memories,
The memories that we want to forget.
Tried to forget.
Making us want to sleep with him for eternity.
The prize for him is our soul,
And watching us suffer.
His heartless eyes will stare into you,
Chilling you from the inside out.
The crackle of bones,
As he walks toward you,
Is like a thousand needles,
Sticking into your skin,
Unable to be removed.
And what is our prize?
Nothing.
Except knowing that you don't have to worry anymore.
So is it a good thing,
Dying?
I don't know,
Only you can answer that.
But you're too afraid to.
Just like everyone else in this world.
