Eats Them

on the right side of the bed/ there's a monster in your head/ on this unholy ground he conjures up the hounds/ that surround you with unremitting dread

in the corner of your eye/ waits a ghost of wicked reply/ you can beg, you can plead, but you'll have to concede/ in the end your end draws nigh/ now's the time to say your goodbyes

in the stillness of the night/ there's a wayward shelter in sight/ open up the door if you dare to see more/ of this gruesome and gory plight/ can't escape, though try as you might

if your God don't intervene/ to ward off these vicious fiends/ then soon you'll be laid in your tomb by the shade/ through worlds you'll be caught in between/ until the Devil can be convened

- afm