Whispers in the Night

In the midnight hour, the shadows whisper low,

Creeping through the silence, where the wild things grow.

A flicker of a lighter and the scent of faded dreams,

The last smoke in my lungs, bursting at the seams.

The stars align, a darkened fate,

A worn-out pack, I'm on the edge of hate.

Moonlight dances through the twisted trees,

Just one more chance, let the darkness seize.

Heart racing steady as I step inside,

Behind the curtain, where my secrets hide.

Drowning in the stillness, the night’s a shroud,

Creeping through their dreams, beneath a hooded cloud.

In the dead of night, where the shadows play,

I’m a ghost in the silence, slipping away.

When their dreams are tender, I bring the fright,

I’m the dealer of nightmares that thrive in the night.

I see them sleeping, their peace, it's a lie,

Tucking in the children, soothing lullabies.

But inside the darkness, a heart grows cold,

With whispers of vengeance, too sweet to hold.

And then the scream echoes through the walls,

As stars dim low and the black night enthralls.

For every life taken, a shadow takes flight,

I blend with the night, an echo of fright.

In the dead of night, where the shadows play,

I’m a ghost in the silence, slipping away.

When their dreams are tender, I bring the fright,

I’m the dealer of nightmares that thrive in the night.

With a flash of a grin, I dissolve in the air,

Just a cloud of smoke, a whisper of despair.

Through the wilderness, under the vigilant stars,

I carry the echoes, I’m forever your scars.