I hide in the shadows and dust of the grave,
I hide in the power and strength of the brave.
I hide in machines, in the cogs and the gears.
I hide in the darkness; I hide in my fears.

I hide behind makeup and a flawless face,
I hide in my heartbeats and their too-quick pace,
I hide in the sun, the clouds, and the rain,
I hide in the darkness; I hide in my pain.

I hide in the warmth and burn of the fire,
I hide in my rage, my angst, and my ire,
I hide in the light that I cannot see,
I hide in the darkness that hides in me.

The mist comes over the mountain,
the sky bares its teeth in a grin.
Amidst and amongst the clamor and din,
the monsters beg to be let in.

The door is iron and heavy steel,
the key screams with eager zeal.
The hope that which I dared to steal,
is locked behind the stone bastille.

The castle gates have long since shut,
the air reeks of death and musk.
Up high the king begins to strut,
wine in hand and gut of glut.

Long ago we wished for more,
we cried and pleaded on the moor.
Our souls, torn up and on the floor,
washed up later on the shore.

Now my head hangs off the gate,
what a miserable death, what an awful fate.
Too much too soon, too little too late,
the light at the end of the tunnel awaits.

Dark and devious, shadows are strange,
they’re quiet and calm, yet they scream so much pain.
I sit in the corner, hands around my knees,
my emotions are storms, they rock calm seas.

The current is strong, a driving force,
I yell until my voice is hoarse.
I stand on the edge of a rocky cliff,
my knees are weak, my corpse is stiff.

My coffin is oak, the finest kind,
once the lid’s shut, I’m completely blind.
Time to let the cruel past go,
No future now, no woes to know.