The dark corners of a home,
The small changes that you see,
The shadows that flicker and roam,
The clicking of the glass by a tree.

The noises you hear in the night,
Twisted noises you hear in the basement,
Ever so quiet they give an eerie fright,
And they all sound off without placement.

The demons that roam in your brain,
The shadows that creep through the town,
They will try to inflict to you pain,
And they will all try to bring you down.

The sunlight will drive them away,
And will leave them all cast aside,
But the night returns anyway,
To harm where your weakness does lie.