It would be great if someone suggests me a good title

It’s the first of its type that I wrote. You may consider my thoughts to be creepy, but, just during the time I was writing those lines.  Here, I just tried to look at things with a different prospective, a different angle.

What I consider is that words are nothing but just empty pots and boxes without the essence of feelings in them. To bring them to life, feelings must act as their souls. With these words I tried to imagine how the concept of doomsday will actually look. I don’t know if I got it correct or not, but, at least I tried. I would advise you to read this at some place darker, it may aid you to feel the words or it may be at least worth a try.

[Note: there is just one thing. I couldn’t come up with a nice title. It would be great if you suggest some.]

Out there in your darkest night
Lurking in the shadows
Never at your sight.
 Your darkest nightmares will come true
It’s looking for you
And there is nothing you can do.
 It’s not the shadows you should fear
But the creatures crawling in.
They have all ears
And you can do nothing but scream.

Playing with their prey
Is all they know.
Offspring of devil
They got no mercy to show.
 Creatures of hell
In the deepest and blackest pit they dwell.
Dying to take you home
Look in their eyes, it’s all they tell.
Its bright red
And got no tears to shed
When it’s all blood
You can see your end.
 All your prayers left unanswered
You realize it’s only in fairy tales that your angels animate
Soon the moment arrives when you have left nothing within you but loathing and hate.
It’s then that the Satan rises
His blood drenched sword.
To take your soul to his bloodiest dome
Which he prefers to call his home sweet home.
 It’s the revelation that your elders preferred to be stored
As a secret,
See for yourself now
The day has finally come
Your fates unravel
And the plots unfold.
 Ravens of death will be the sky
Pitch black they are
Eyes downcast to see you die.
They are gathered for their master’s ingress
Disgrace that Noah brought to him on the ark
Will now be revenged
With a blade so sharp,
That the soil turned red
And rivers bled.
Beware-it’s just a beginning
Soon there will be a flood
After that there will be no more to shed.