This darkness glows beneath my skin,
It is Spawned by moonlight;
a foe from the depths of hell.
Pain is the “grim reaper”
Inflicting misery with his scythe,
Laying to waste anything in sight.
At midnight i meet my demise.
Blistering stings envelopes my soul,
Leaving me at mercy of death’s toll.
I’m Caught in a straight betwixt two;
Whether to succumb to his gimmicks
Or seek help outside these walls.
A glimpse of hope is all I need,
Till the mausoleum embraces my ruins.