Darkness, darkness... my old friend,
I've come to talk to you again.

Sit besides and listen closely,
I have to tell you something wise.
Did you think that I was longing
for your empty and unwanted time?

You, Darkness, are the one compelling them,
but what compells you? Do you know, my dear?

You know no fear at all,
you know no nightmares.
You don't know what it's like to fall
into the abyss of failure.

You, Darkness, should suffer,
you should taste your own poison!
Yet...there is something even rougher
than your words, and it isn't wholesome.

Imagine if you felt fear,
imagine if you hurt inside,
what would you do then, my dear?
Just scream and run away like them?

You cannot run from who you are,
remember this, my friend.
You compel yourself, we are
the ones who watch you burn.