The Demons Are On the Hunt

the demons are on the hunt they lurk in the shadows these days without sun dark dark these days the demons take pleasure from the victims pain a cycle never ending round and round it goes eyes soulless ice drips inside veins as the hammer falls time and time again in packs the soulless hunt their eyes aflame when prey lay hurt injured easy pickings a bloodlust trying to be quenched but it`s a thirst that can`t be satisfied try as they might many scars show and many are invisible but most wounds never heal