If Your Eye's Were Mine

I know it's coming, I have seen the night, it's out there searching for a new set of eyes. I hear it humming by, the light of the old church and when you step outside you feel as if,something isn't right.I left you a message on the window saying to be careful, this will be the night it hunts in darkness, looking for eyes. In the old church cellar victims lay, one by one hundred are they, stacked side by side ten layers high. In a storage of molded death, you could smell the stench 20 miles wide so, don't be suprised when you see it, just cover up your eyes. I know he's out there watching, as a chill from the nights wind hits me broadside, then the hunt begins. It stands before you, thirsting for body parts due it. I fear it will come at daylight, while I am awake. I hear it mumbling the names of souls it's here to take. It's standing there on the corner, underneath the steet light. I get this wierd feeling that, something's not right. I left a prayer for you, in front of your house and it needs to be read out loud It just might save your life you might make it out. In a time frame, hence it might find. The tasteful fear it smells as it pours out of, your mind. It spreads its wings and takes flight, takes what it wants then, it leaves flesh without thought as it disappears in the night. One by one hundred laid out in a cell as, it came bursting straight out of hell but, not a soul did I hear dare yell, you feel it in your bones that something not right, you wake to find you woke in its darkest night. No formal invitation needed just, bring your fright. Most of all bring with you if, you still have them, your eye's Robert Hernandez/David Bear