and it's dark here,
and I have become so cold,
and i sense his presence before I make out his shape.

I know what he has come to do,
he strips me of my dreams,
slandering them with the impossibilities,
he shatters my confidence,
while reminding me of my overwhelming failures,

"You were born to the night and in the night you will live" he decrees,
and there are days where i believe him.

maybe it would be better if he hit me, at least then i could explain the scars.