Shadows
The shadows are near,
isn’t that clear.
The time they come
is when your heart goes numb.
They feed off of sorrow and hatred
leaving you hollow and staining you red.
If you run they’ll come for your head
and you don’t want to look like the dead.
The time to fear
is coming near.
My heart is empty
and my soul is smeared.
This is no game
that will lead you to shame.
You either live or you die,
so pick a name.
People will be pained
the shadows are no longer contained.
The shadows are here
it’s time to fear.
isn’t that clear.
The time they come
is when your heart goes numb.
They feed off of sorrow and hatred
leaving you hollow and staining you red.
If you run they’ll come for your head
and you don’t want to look like the dead.
The time to fear
is coming near.
My heart is empty
and my soul is smeared.
This is no game
that will lead you to shame.
You either live or you die,
so pick a name.
People will be pained
the shadows are no longer contained.
The shadows are here
it’s time to fear.
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