Dead Air

The chilling in the air,
The darkness consuming.
Destroyed hopes and dreams,
Crushed and burned away.
The reaper consumes the soul,
Tearing it from the empty body.
Watching, waiting, looming,
He stalks the youngest pray.
Children, the young blood,
Smelling so sweet to his senses.
Breathing, the patterns,
Aiding in his search.
The darkness continues to grow,
Sucking up the light, destroying the hope.
Blurred vision, so unexpected,
He blinds the victims.
His temperature rises,
Closing in on the prey.
Appearing, reappearing,
Like a mist that evaporates.
Invisible to the prey,
Closer and closer he gets.
Abducting the prey,
Taking their mind away from them.
Subjective mind destruction,
Unknown fate awaits this child.
Tentacles wrapping around their body,
Lifting them away from reality.
The smell of death emanates from within this place.
Where did the child go?
Where did the child go?
Where could it possibly be.
All we can know,
All we can see.
Death emanates.
Death imitates.
The chilling in the air,
The darkness consuming.
The child is gone,
Innocence taken at such a young age.
He waits for his next victim,
Too blind to see their fate.
Too blind to know what will happen.
The air is dead here,
Until the next prey comes to his senses