The night creeps in.
Not fast, but slowly, ever so slowly.
Like the creeping death you bring.
I feel it upon you, you eyes peirce.
Your hand deathly cold, your words
blank and hollow "Come Child,
The time has come for you to die."
The fear settles over me,
As your icy grip
Seals my unwritten fate.
Your whispered words,
"Forgive me, thou you desired this."
You are taking over me,
I felt my mind slipping,
The welcoming blackness,
No Pain, No Emotion, Just simply Nothing...
Strange, the loss I suddenly feel.
With blank eyes, I see the bare truth...
Which I thought was everything,
Only to find,
The bare truth was quite simply...
Nothing....