Here in the Black

Absent of mercy. It’s alive and it feels but not a shred of compassion or love.
It comes like a pouring of evil. It’s a stain on the ground, it’s a desolate
shadow of fear.
It’s dark and I’m lost. There’s a breath in the wind and the breath is
malicious. (And I)
Don’t know whether to run, or should I drop to my knees and pretend I’m
religeous. (Because)
It’s cold and I’m scared and the whispers are a madness that forces a question
to God.
Is this real or imagined? Because if I’m asleep, well then I don’t need to
scream for long.
Here in the black it comes
Here in the black it comes
Here in the black it comes for me
Here in the black I’m lost
It’s here and I’m found. Like a thought in the mind but it’s beautifully
vicious. (And I)
Can’t hide, not sure if I want to. It crawls in the mist like a vision of Judas.
(And it’s)
So close I can feel it and I’m chilled to the bone, I’m a statue in ice.
(But it’s)
Unsure if it’s enough, so it waits for the Ghost, for the demon assassin of God.
Here in the black it comes
Here in the black it comes
Here in the black it comes for me
Here in the black I’m lost
And all you see is dark and vague
And all you feel is life unmade
And all your hopes just bleed away
And all you are is lost and fades
Here in the black it comes
Here in the black it comes
Here in the black it comes for me
Here in the black I’m lost