Shadow Prayer


Howls in the night rattled against the windows and the cold evening wind made the curtains dance.

Dark figures play in the shadows creepily, not just by chance, I prayed to God for some ease of my pain and no answer have I got.

But could the devil have heard me instead? Asking for my blood on his hands, I sit and watch the shadows, in fear for my life.

Sitting shaking in my hands a shimmering knife, so cold, so tired, hard to stay awake reciting to myself: “my lord my soul to take”.

then darkness takes its hold and sleep wins this battle my wish for ease of this pain might just of been my last


Your emptiness is real, running from what you can’t see – nowhere left to hide,
Look into my face and empty eyes – your untold heart i’m trying to find.

Feel my tender touch as I caress your still beating heart,
You lay open chested in the dark – your life in my hands, your body and soul part.

Scream out loud, scream in your head, keep running through the dark like the voices said,
Rid your body of those sins before you’re dead.


Death dreamer, silent screamer; into the abyss where the air is thinner,
throat getting tighter, breath leaving; will you wake before the bleeding?

Time stands still, daylight never comes; is this the end? Is your body numb? Can you feel the pain to come?

Like shards of glass beneath the skin, constantly digging in, drawing blood, while time is ticking.

Whoosh! Dragged back to life, the evil was taken from your dreams like the cut from a knife.