The shadows

The shadows that escaped my eyes
are dark and fearious that scream cries
they hunt people who have no life
once they found them they use there knife

they catch them cut them up put it in a pot
as the victims watch in horror and turn hot
because of the odor that comes around
attackers there throats tell there is no sound

as they stir the human remains it starts to steam
those who still can talk and see start to fear and scream
they know there next to be put in the hot boiling flames
none will now there gone and never mention there names

for all those who have been suffering are more in pain
because they have not tried nothing new to gain
all they do is sit in suffer in silence all these years
nothing can bring them back not even the tears

the shadows will hunt day or night for those who ache
these evil shadows that hunt you are always awake
they never sleep thus there soul is dark and sad
there are the people who suffer and got really mad

those evil shadows used to be happy and good
the things that turned them evil folks never understood
they hunt for the suffering to ease there troubles
every year when they hunt it always doubles