Shadows of a Fractured Soul

In the shadows where I dwell. A heart wrapped tight in a wicked shell.

I got my peace. It's a fragile thread. But when the

storm rolls in, I'm filled with dread. The Grim Reaper figure comes out

to play without a place. Another mask I wear. Call me Ghostface.

Creep up on you like daylight saving time. Dagger in hand. This heinous crime.

Trying to disfigure your prime time while you're sitting at your screens only to meet

you in with the hollow screams. The life flashes horror stories of shallow dreams.

Whispers echo in the night. A darker side. It's a bitter fight.