They Will Come
The rafters bleed
Inside this place
The floors are hollow
Empty space
And they will come
All who enter
Shan’t return
When fires crackle
Fires burn
And they will come
But we are brave
And we are wise
This will not be
Our demise
But yet they come
Blown out candles
Keep the dark
Walking softly
Leave no mark
But yet they come
They can hear us
Make no sound
Their bodies rising
From the ground
Now they come
We enter in
This is their space
We don’t belong
In this dark place
Now they come
We’re in their home
They want us gone
We’re in their grave
They want us done
They come for us
The rancid smell
Of burning flesh
But we are strong
We are fresh
They come for us
Their eyes are gone
Their brains are dead
Their skin is cold
Their blood not red
They see us
We see them
The scent of death
Drifts in the air
This place is hell
But they don’t care
They’ll kill us
And in death, we are alone.
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