Submission

Midnight will soon awaken from it's slumbering state
the hour shall then greet the spirits whom restlessly wait.

When the silence calls out your name be prepared
you can hear the walls cry in anguish listen closely to secrets they must share.

Condemned alongside an eternity residing solely upon fear
pictures closely watch your each and every move thirsty for tears.

Creeping along the floor you hear their laughter menacing trought
entering your mind controlling your thoughts.

Craving a bountiful meal of self pity they lurk in the shadows still
reading the signs your moves are draining the last ounce of your will.

Bid farewell darkness has it's arms opened to all
attached through the soul there to push us, mocking us, when we fall.