the darkness is my blanket
as i sit alone cold and broken
in the silence of falling tears
there is a blue light that drowns me
coating me in a false tranquility
unable to rest
the dead raising from their graves
coming after me
haunting me
suffocating me with boney talons
the claws rake at my skin
leaving it lacerated and raw
red tears running along blue tears
until im bleeding blue and crying red
and even though the darkness is my blanket
i shiver and shake
i fear and tremble
i bleed and cry
i feel no tranquility
so long as the dead haunt me.