Creatures of the Night

The shatter of a twig and a nervous gesture
Gives rise to the rising of the tempo of your heart
And in sweat-filled dreams of sinister beings
You pray that you make it through the other side

And in shadows and corridors they wait
Watching you and you know they're there
Your knees would collapse if you weren't running so fast
And your life will expire should you stop or get tired

Your lungs are burning your stomach is churning
And your ears hear nothing but your own screams
As the long reach of evil grasps your shoulder
You can either resist or smile as your taken

And the scene closes with your form no longer in sight
Just a splash of red hue to accent the cracks in the wall
The dust will soon settle leaving no trace of your visit
But when the next one enters, you will then be the hunter

~Keith Loines~