The trees are grey.

The skies are gloomy.

Your house is small.

Yet your house is roomy.

My heart is open

But my mind is closed

Still I wonder is this the path I chose?

I remember the murders, the lies, and the melancholic cries that to this day haunt me

I cry to sleep because the escape is sweet but the nightmares break my bliss

But I can't just forget no I can't forget the loved ones that I miss

The sadness that follows and madness that corrupts will always try to possess

So this is a warning and heed my warning do not induce great fear

Because if you try succeed and you'll cry that the midnight blankets the day

So avoid all this chaos and all of this strife listen and do as I say

Don't fall for facades or even fake cries

And be sure to keep both eyes open wide open

Because when the lights flicker out

And the monsters run about

Be weary of night

That' where the thrive

So try not to make a sound

Or else you will be found

And falter into darkness.