Trouble Dreams

Running fast I cannot hide
The darkness still there at my side
Pulling me into an ice cold kiss
I can’t escape this deep abyss.
Laughter sounds from distant graves,
The residence of demon slaves.
I’m welcomed into their hellish homes
Of crypts, tombs and catacombs.
We dine on the bread of death
That robs my soul and takes my breath.
They greet the song of distant screams
And deny my soul of future dreams.
Happy Halloween!