In the Dark of Day

Wear your mask


They won't

Recognize you.

Because they're coming - 

They're coming - 

In the dark of the day.

Wear your darkest clothes

And hide in an alley,

And maybe

They won't

See you.


The monsters

Are coming.

They are coming now,

When the sun is high

And the day is dark.


They've got one now.

They bleed.


It's the dark.

It's the dark of day.

The End

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