The darkness has come to twine the clouds. The rain starts to trickle down the window pane. The smell of rain brings back my memories. The rumbling of a distant thunder is a phantom. A phantom that haunts the children. But now thereβs another phantom, A phantom that haunts my lonely soul.Β Β The phantom that comes without being called And refuses to vanish. An evil phantom that lives on in my memories. That evil phantom is the portrait of you.