the demons are on the hunt
they lurk in the shadows
these days without sun
dark
dark
these days
the demons take pleasure
from the victims pain
a cycle never ending
round
and
round
it goes
eyes soulless
ice drips inside veins
as the hammer falls
time
and
time
again
in packs the soulless hunt
their eyes aflame
when prey lay
hurt
injured
easy
pickings
a blood lust
trying to be quenched
but it`s a thirst
that can`t be satisfied
try
as
they
might
many scars show
and many are invisible
but most wounds
never heal