• kaanartist 6w

    As darkness settles in

    As midnight starts to fall.
    I hear the demons scream.
    And louder grows their call.
    Just pickup the knife.
    You think you got a soul?
    The temp of suicide.
    From spirits black as coal.
    Raise up from the dust.
    These ashes burning bright.
    We live to see tomorrow.
    But never see the light.