In the dark,

The demons come,

As those who haunt the soul,

My soul.

At night they come,

Mocking and reviling me,

My past,

The things I've done,

The people I've hurt,

Those are the flaming arrows that they shoot.

In the dark,

They reside,

In my dreams they create my worst fears,

They bring them to life,

As if they enjoy causing my torment,

And no one understands,

Why a grown man cowers in the dark.

- Mr. DH