Days are the nightmare

Day turns to nightmare,
Our fears that at us stare,
Every night it's the same,
Playing this horrific game,
Haunted that we feel like,
And every moment could strike,
Trapped as they know we are,
Our deepest fear is never far,
Then to awaken in your bed,
Thinking that the worst you've had,
To find that it is not the end,
True evil has yet to be fend,
Because it is this gruesome place,
That is the cause of this death-race.

12 Dec 2015