In the dead of night
When the lights are out,
And the world is asleep,
It's a wonderful sound.

Hear the softness around you,
The light crackle and pop!
Its finally quiet--
Though one voice doesn't stop.

It leaves a faint echo
That doesn't easily fade.
Instead, grows in its intensity
Little by little each day.

I call him my friend
Born out of the shadows.
Or is he the fiend,
Waiting to devour

My mind, body, and soul?
Hes coming quite close
For in the dead of night,
There are things I still don't know..

They lurk along the darkened walls
Plotting with twisted faces
Longing to reach out and touch me
And leave their cursed places

But oh, my shadow friend,
You greedy little thing!
He lets none close enough
For I to feel them breathe.

And he'll hover so near me,
Right above my lonely bed,
Whispering softly in my ear-
He's getting to my head..

And just when I decide
To give his words a chance,
The sun starts to rise.
I'm free again at last!

Oh, my shadow friend,
You torment my mind why?
Is it of loneliness? Love?
Or are you just waiting for me to die?

Slowly and surely,
I'll wither away
Then and only then,
*I'll finally let you stay