Demons in the shadows
Spying in the night...

The rain upon my windowsill
The wind outside my door...

Fangs enter flesh
Crimson liquid is spilled...

Cadavarous faces
Sunken eyes...

Wind whispers softly
Tree branches sway...

Ashes falling down like rain
Blackened evidence of flame...

Gun shots echoing in the night
Make us children cry in fright...

Walking through the forest
Gun in hand...

Community inside a community
Lives intertwine...

How many times must the young children cry
How many times must the weak fall and die...

If these memories ever fade
Will life go back to normal...

Eyes that sparkle
Teeth that shine...