I hear them knock upon my door.
I see them just beneath the frame.
With silent steps, I cross the floor,
and hear them chanting this refrain.
Come out, come out into the night,
come see the secrets hidden here.
Invoking prayer the room I light,
preventing them from drawing nearer.


I cry, Go away, leave me here,
I will not open or let you in.
A moment of silence and then I hear,
their taunting call once again.
I scream, my terror I release,
my voice echoes off the walls.
Still they will not let me be,
continuing their damning calls.

For five long years in bitter night,
I have held them all at bay.
They vanish with the morning light,
returning at the close of day.
Tonight my sins they fling at me,
tell us now, do you deny?
I wearily whisper, no I am he,
I hang my head and softly cry.

As still as death upon my bed,
I wait for morning sun to rise,
the gun I put next to my head,
the shadows win I close my eyes.