[Words: John Brenner]



In the darkness of night

The silence slowly takes form

The black velvet of loneliness

Stealthily moves to envelope my mind

And I relive morbid scenes of my life's tragedies



The icy touch of regretful woes,

The spectre that is past grips my heart

Inflicting torture and deadly hindsight,

Demanding correction of my wrongs



I walk back in time on the path of despair

The memories seem so painfully real

Ever shackled thus to my present days

I reside in the shadow of depression

In the churning maelstrom of emotion

The spectre bears me along unrelentingly...