1 November 2012
They come,
Bringing a chill.
They come,
Ready to kill.
They come,
Feeding off of your fear.
They come,
Never shedding a tear.
They come,
Using love as bait.
They come,
All you can do is wait.
They come,
Poised and ready to fight.
They come,
When there is no longer light.
They Come... • Opuss № I