The Darkness

Demons are everywhere,
All they do is hunt you,
There is almost nothing left, but a single ray of light.
It's weak, and around it is darkness, fear, anger.

A lot of things fill the dark, scary things.
They are monsters, tearing each thing that comes across its' path.
Making each ray of light diminish until all that's left is the darkness.
Waiting and waiting for that ray of light to go out so they can suppress the good.

Maybe that light will stay, and maybe it will grow stronger,
Maybe that light will be able to start other rays,
But those are just maybe's, not a definite truth.
And before you know it, these monsters will crawl in every corner and haunt every room.

One day, there will be no more good,
There will be no happily ever after,
Just the evil,
And as you go to sleep tonight, these monsters will overcome everything, consuming you, until all that's left is the darkness.