Why am I doomed to live in the dark
Without even a single spark
Not even the light of fireflies to soften the night
There is no way I'll win this fight

I can not see my demons, or when they do attack
So how can I fight back
Can't see a hand in front of your face, not in this inky black

The light will never find me in this I have no doubt
Some times I want to cut, and let it all bleed out

My eye's are so a custom
I'm sure the light would blind them
So reside myself to being a creature of the night
And only roam around when there is no moonlight