The Night

I am the prowler of the night,
I own the darkness,
I own your lives,
I take away the light.
I move in the shadows,
And creep through the air,
You don’t know me yet,
But I’m your worst nightmare.

I am the difference between life and death.
When you can’t see me, I’m there.
When you cry, I listen,
I watch you when you take your last breath.
I stand and wait for you to die,
I watch you suffer throughout your life,
I watch you cut yourself too deep,
Then dropping the bloodstained knife.

The pool of blood grows thick around you,
As your life seeps away,
Your blank eyes are fixed on the ceiling,
You’re thinking ‘What have I got myself into?’
Your heart stops beating,
And I swoop down low,
I look you in the eye and say,
‘Things would have got better you know.’