A Quiet Place To Die

Blood on the lips

Stumble into the dark

Find a quiet place to hide your heart

Blood is on the floor

Leaves a stain in the shape of a blade

Cuts the silence

Infects her like a plague

Screams in the night

Her voice is growing tired

Her skin is getting cold

Nowhere to hide

Because the dark has eyes

It waits for her to fall

In the still of the house

She hears quiet steps down the stairs

The one she fears

Will find her dying there

Closes her eyes and feels

A tear fall down her face

All alone she finds

That death awaits

Screams in the night

Her voice is growing tired

Her skin is getting cold

Nowhere to hide

Because the dark has eyes

It waits for her to fall

Screams in the night

Her voice is growing tired

Her skin is getting cold

Nowhere to hide

Because the dark has eyes

It waits for her to fall

Screams in the night

Her voice is growing tired

Her skin is getting cold

Nowhere to hide

Because the dark has eyes

It waits for her to fall