What haunts the day goes back to slumber As sleeping ghosts rise up to greet the night Where the light of the sun illuminates They draw from air, spheres of darkness Pulsing with an indifferent hunger Without mercy, without anger To wake something you hid from the light Coaxing it out with their timeless patience Like snake charmers of a personal night Entranced, bewitched, under a spell
What comes out between your ribs Curled up tight, a little ball containing hell Unfurling slowly, open mouth and out come the fangs Dripping poison, dripping blood You have to hold it in your hands Stillborn and shaking Still torn from waking Half alive is never living
You feel as helpless as what's in your arms Wondering why it had to be like this And why they come at night To make you bear what is unbearable Strip you bare from what you think you are Until naked skin is rend from bone Revealing parts that turned to stone It makes you feel at your most alone When what you're holding in your weaker arms Is what used to be your home
I've pleaded often On knees begging until screaming I felt my throat turn sore Until it dawned on me what I was holding What they were showing It was me that held the key And it is me that has to open the door To find that long lost loss of mine, make amends and say goodbye Perhaps finding a way home once more