Midnight Draws Near - Vulture Industries

Woke up with this nagging sense

That something was wrong

Something quite immense

Anguished I lay staring for some time

With a lingering fear in mind

All hope ends here

After what felt like hours of angst

Like within a cold grip, sweaty sheets turned dank

Compelled I got up to locate its source

To uncover this threatening force

With clammy hands, I put on my shirt

As a gnarly voice, beckoned me

Urgent but carefully I drew towards the call

Slowly I could discern it

All hope ends here

Your world and all you hold dear

There is a wrong stroke on that picture

There is a crack upon the wall

It’s all bound to soon unravel

The whole house about to fall

Death upon the threshold

Gently calling through the hall

Our names they are all listed

This is final curtain call