THE FINAL PURGE OF NIGHT FALLS

When darkness falls upon the skies as if created by nothing more than night but yet it creeps through the depth of my soul grabbing me from within, melting the substances of my mind into solid liquids creating images that unfolds from the darkness of night, reaching into visions that I try to hide as I am not afraid of what the night visions may reveal of my own life from my own eyes.                                            
                                                                                                                                                                  
But as the onxy skies circles the universe changing day into night it leaves no escape from the shadows that walks through the night, as night creatures of death close in upon my flesh or not afraid nor do they fear the coming of death for you can not kill what is already die.                                                        
                                                                                                                                                            
For I have a strong will to survive due to the craving a thirst of fresh blood that flows through your veins, but yet the death and decay that awaits your faith is not to far away for death does not play mind games, for when darkness falls life will never ever be the same when it becomes the final purge of night shadows that silently wait at the gates, TO STEAL YOUR SOUL HOLDING YOU DEADLY STILL AS NIGHT FALLS UPON YOUR SKIN AND FLESH AND BLOOD.