Darkness falls into
the midnight hour
at the verge of the edge
Shivering on a cold night
In a heavy misty fog
With echoes of the voice
running down
To the spine
Feeling desperately
and fearfully
In a loneliness isolation
Carrying with a beating heart
from a distance of spooky noise
coming across
from the deadly
entrance gateway
Of ghost town
The horror of the haunted spirit
crying for pleading
Of help
From the massive war
As the moon makes its
move across the sky
Howling wind blow through
the flesh deceased body
dripping blood turns into a river flow
piling up with thick layers of skin
Filled with a black and terrifying scene
Of the passing crisis soul
from this living hell place
facing with own death
guilt penalty