Watching you

Look behind you, over there
Voices talking behind you
Blind to them, but they see all
You'd be better to see them too

Waiting for a chance, an oppurtunity await
Longing to snatch you away
Ghosts of your past, angels of darkness
Snatch the sunshine out of your dark days

Follow you home, whisper in your ear
Though these words you do not listen
Becoming more restless as they become more bloodthirsty
There claws, sharpened glass, in the light do glisten

Blackened wings unfurl in cruel anticipation
No caring in those creatures dead hearts
The chance does arrive, they hold on to it swiftly
As they rip and they tear you apart