Midnight aint for the faint of heart

Midnight aint for the faint of heart

Oh midnight aint for the faint of heart,

In winter time, most of all,

It’s when demons tend, to rip worlds apart,

Landing on those, who are ready to fall,

For the faint of heart it’s not this time,

Not for those who tend to dwell,

Nor for them who think all’s just fine,

Demons come from both heaven and hell,

And good or bad, their question asked,

Do you sleep easy, late at night?

Your future deeds, and those long past,

Good or bad demons, choose ye right,

Should you gaze, your eyes wide shut,

And see the wrongs, you may have done,

A demon find you, in a rut,

A feeling hurt, a life undone,

A life once full, spread over the land,

No demon enter, thought or deed,

Happiness now, but a grain of sand,

Your demons now, arrived by greed,

Greed for money, fortune, fame,

All laid to waste, within your wake,

Both you and demon, share one name,

Gathering more, than you should take,

And hurt too many, along your way,

Left them broken, as you hurried on,

Your twisted smile, fools none today,

With your demon thoughts, you now belong

So midnight aint for the faint of heart,

Where demons come rip our thoughts apart,

In dead of night when they like to call,

Pray your right, love conquers all.