I am the shadow you see when there is no light;
the footsteps behind you in the night.
I am the voice you hear when no ones around;
the scream when there is no sound.
I am the touch when all is numb;
the sharpened blade against your thumb.
I am the trickle of the crimson ooze;
the reminder of a thousand dues.
I am the past not nearly forgot;
here to turn your life to rot.