Closer, it’s creeping,
About to steal my soul,
It wants to rot my heart,
So the weak me, it will behold,
It’s dark,
And the evil’s clearly shown,
It loves to hear the tortured screams,
And the pain stricken groans,
It likes to steal the love,
Of every life it takes,
Just so it can show,
That the pain won’t go away,
This thing is defiantly not weak,
It barely needs to put up a fight,
It doesn’t need any help,
To steal souls in the dead of night,
So if it comes for you,
Please don’t give in,
Please put up a fight,
Don’t let evil win.
