Dark are the times where we lose our embers.
A signal for feast to night dwellers.
Their eyes glow in the darkest of corners.
We live in fear as the shadows turn into hunters.

Seek help of the holy ghost.
That it will help us through the obsidian night.
Times where we are abandoned by light.
Hide until its bright.

Sheets turned into fortress.
Hoping it will hide us from its grasp.
Wet are the pillows and mattress.
Praying that it will **** us last.

It ***** the life out of you
Sunders your soul from thy body.
It is the image we create when we are lonely.
Vampire that feeds on esteem, and it is deadly.