He sits in the corner, watching me sleep,
I feel warm knowing my pain makes him weep,
My friend in the blackness that swallows my room,
The thing that has loved me since escaping the womb,
Each night I pray he stays until morning,
When the sun brushes by, I scream him a warning,
'Hide under here and stay until told,
'I'll be back tonight to free the light's hold,'

My day is just empty, I miss the bright eyes,
That watch me in slumber and stay my demise,
I walk in the sun that seems much too grim,
It follows my steps and spreads me so thin,
When the sun drops off and the moon starts to wake,
I run to my room, for I best ease his ache,
He cries in the corner with my hand on his shoulder,
He says he must leave if I keep growing older,

Tonight is the night I must keep my friend well,
I lie still in his arms as he takes me to Hell.