Darkened Fate

screams blare in the dead of night eternal rest is betwixt the fright a cold sweat emerges the floor darkness comes too, to his mindless whore her gore will be chaotic, in the dead of night the grim reaper owns you in the dead of night the night is nonexistent to the sinless mind and when he is upon you, there is no way of knowing and when the scythe is run-thru, your soul will be unbroken your voice screams of nothing to the dead of night concede, as there is no stillness, in the dead of night confide in what your're given, for you may not survive the night is not tempered with the impudence of a cipher nor is your terrible fait, derived by your midnight sniper your tragedy and gore comes too, in the dead of night diseases writhe beneath your skin, in the dead of night the deadly things are thought to be more than a chilling kind corruption is devilry, conspiring together with your withching hour the moans cry ever so piercingly, but not a single person wonders being terrified to roam is the key, in the dead of night.........