When the cities grow dark,
And it seems I’m the only one alive,
That's when the ghosts in the closest,
All those in the graveyard get revived,
They hollow they scream in crys of the dead,
Reminding what’s forgotten stating the unsaid,
They don't mind me at all,
They do their own thing,
Still, they make my knees go weak,
Make me dread what the day will bring,
They dance in the shadows,
Long nails reaching for my heart,
They're cruel, they're merciless,  
They tear my hopes apart,
They go for my throat  
Icey fingers holding tight,
Never letting go,
Turn my every breath to a fight,
They don't get tired
Do their haunting dance,
They stay around all night,
To hurt me as long as they still have a chance,
First light licks the sky pink,
All is still once again in the graveyard,
But it is those ghosts from the night,
That makes my days so hard.