Don't mind the lyrics

Years ago, when I was a kid,

I took a photo—a haunting deed.

It was death, in flesh and bone,

The camera caught, my name alone.

Behind me, it froze mid-air,

Drawing close with an eerie stare.

I only know, what I captured that night—

A horror that burned, cruel and bright.

A cloak of black, a face so dark,

That fleeting moment left its mark.

The room was bright, the shot was clear.

I took a photo and found it near.

It looked into the lens, cold and sly,

As if it knew, my soul wouldn't fly.

In one glare, the image was gone,

Erased like dusk at the first break of dawn.