Everybody hates me.
Most things fear me.
I'm the dark of the day
And the cold of the night.
When I come your lost and alone.
Nowhere for you to run free and roam.
You can't see, touch or hear
You just have endless fear.
You begin to drift,
As my hands clutch you.
No, thought or anything left.
Because, I've come: d**h, nothingness, the end.