I woke in cold sweat, but where am I? All I see is darkness in my eyes and where I lie, but there is light in this night. Is the light coming through the curtains from the pale white moon, or is it death that comes to take me away from this room? I welcome you death my old friend. My friend in my nightmares, and my friend in my dreams, you’re just as lonely as I am it seems. You come to me when I need you the most, and you leave me like a widow leaves the grave of a ghost. I’ll keep your secrets, I’ll never tell, until you return to take me to hell.