All true darkness takes time,
all true fears have tasted pain.
All shadows hunt the frightened,
like children they flee,
...
I do not know what to believe,
is this ink,
or blood,
that stains my page,
...
The hidden faces,
Within the shadows,
The hidden voices,
Between the whispers,
...
The man with nothing
sits on an empty street;
filled with more nothing
and nothing more.
...