I'm here, so many years later,
Entertaining foolish notions
that I might go and just quit
everything, fearing my time's
up, I might have to renounce
all that I did love,
All I've become,
All of the work;
All for nothing.

I can't quit,
I spent years
crafting who I am,
Or who I thought I was.

Quitting the session almost
sounds like quitting on life
to an Irishman, I feel like
I've gone and quit
being who I am.

Thy time will come again,
When the world need be rethought
in the lair of some gremlins.

look upon you with my dark face
you would not know me
for i am lost from all light
i have stepped into the shadows
and know not my way home
i have come to where the chill of night seems warm
to the place where dark companions seem kindred
see the angry faces in their hearts
see the memory of bright light long dead
turned to grave and grey
turned to living dead
look into my dark eyes no more
flee child of light
there is no life in this place
there is no future for the featureless night