I walk these dark
Streets every night
With only a couple of Street
Lights glowing in the distance.
The wind starts moaning
In my ears everything is
As if it's a ghost town,
And I'm the host, but
That's nothing to boast about.
No one is around to talk to
No one, but myself.
So I walk in a cold winter
Breeze as I reach for the first
Sight of light I hear nothing,
But the barking of the wild dogs
Just waiting for a bite.
As I pass the light
I feel a Shadow around me.
Only it's not my own.
There behind me stood
A medium size figure.
He said he wanted me to see
Him at the bar.
Though I declined nicely,
Then he stood behind me
Turned into a we.
More, and more came
I tried to run, but they weren't
Tame.
They locked me in a cage with so much rage.
I should have accepted
To go to the bar because
Now I'm stuck as they feel my
Lungs with tar.
They scream, they hissed
Well, they're pissed.
So now I have fallen into
Their pit of hell locked
Away from the light
In this cell.
I'm stuck with these demons
Oh, how I'm stuck with these demons!