Alone In The Night

That All My Life I've Known...

I Contemplate Light

And The Coldness Of Stone...

I Question The Monsters

That Loom All Around Me...

I Guess That I'm Grateful

That They Even Found Me.

The Monsters Are Whisperers -

Cunning And Strange...

Existing Forever

In A World They Can't Change...

Summoning Me Here

In The Darkness Of Freedom...

That Shadow Of Doubt

Makes Me Long To Believe Them...

When They Say That

Nothing Can Rescue Or Save Me...

Only Their Dakness

Allows What They Gave Me...

But I Know Their Truth

Has Been Burdened By Lies...

I Know What Their

Desperation Implies...

They Smile At Me

As They Long To Be...

They Want What My Life Of Death Signifies...

But Nothing Can Save Them

Not The Creme De La Creme...

Sitting With Monsters Alone In The Sunrise.