Death and the Sinister After

The cold embrace of death as the life drains away And my flesh begins to rot, my skin has turned gray My soul lingers like smoke in a still room I am not of this world and yet I still remain But there are others here too Hidden from the daylight Some were people, others are worse The hounds of smoke, traveling through darkness Hunting for their master, searching for prey And when they find their mark, he will be summoned To gaze upon the victim while they sleep And if that luckless soul should catch his eye Dragged away into the dark by the hounds, and never seen again