• As the sunlight lowers to bed,
    The city sheds it's real colors.
    The shadows Waltzing under the illumination of moonlight,
    You think you've seen someone
    Heard them calling your name,
    But it is only them,
    The Demons
    Toying with your mind
    As they elude you wherever you go,
    Watching with emptiness
    as you pass by.
    Where they gaze,
    lies all around us.
    Sometimes they sneak up behind
    To grab hold and never let go.