My DARKEST Hour

Hidden in my DARKEST hour.

From both the night and day.

Death and life I cower here.

Unable to move my weak helpless body.

I wait until some poor human happens apon my body.

Containing a soul, nearly dead.

I shall cover my face and body from the suns spiteful rays, the moons dreadful light...

Please I beg you don't make me return!
My life, my soul is all too beautiful to leave...