The ***ous Nighttime

Rainbow sunsets
Growing dull
As icy hands
Rip through your skull

It doesn't matter
As you scream
As far as you know
It's just a dream

You're fading fast
It's growing dim
As silver knives 
Rip through your skin

As you're torn
The pieces scattered
The chunks of flesh
All broken, tattered 

Your resting place 
Will not be found
You will not sleep
All safe and sound

Those ice cold hands
That softly strangle
The same bloody things
That twist and mangle

As the blades
Rip through your flesh
You're no different
From all the rest.