Darkness hides him as the shadows

Jack Sorenson

Why do the dead watch over us?
What is the point, faceless Evil will find us
At our weakest moments, in our life

Hints come silently by hidden voices
Creeps slowly, down our necks, like a nest
Of spider eggs, fell into our shirt color,

Evil temps us only thou, spoken only in whispers
That you can here softly spoken, 
From Darkness' voice only called to you
From the shadows, and from the haven above
When Evil henchmen, took control of heaven gates

Tricking us, the week, onto my true path to darkness
Thinking we were headed to our final deception 
Would many of us in our stern and rigid exterior
Did turn and fly away, or got caught, in that web of deceit 

Many tried to only sacrum to the voices call
Those that are weakness came willingly
To week to walk into the obits alone un aided
By another only held onto the Devils hand
Missed trusted thing if was a friend

Whilst my heart, my souls is feeling alive
And yet on fire,
And on fire my eyes seemly burn red
Perching into the bleakness of the dark
As soft and compassionate as the kindest of souls, 
Was stifled and unable to draw any life  
From the walls of a long overworked exterior and mind,

The nudging I get when I'm alone is the calling 
Death’s thrust is never quenched, 
Just enriched by tomorrow's horizon 

I may be picked out of the many who have fallen before 
Today pleases his grace's guidance to go unannounced
To Heaven now the week only to come falling
Back to Hell's gates,