In the daylight, there is joy
there is fun and there is laughter
but i am not there.
When you are alone
and the night draws in
that is when i appear
for I am a monument to all your sins
I am the one that you turn to in the darkness
it is my face that stares back from the shadows
it is I who keeps you awake at night
It is I who reminds you,
with a whisper of blood on my lips,
that some people are just born with tragedy in their veins
It is I who whispers that the colour of ambition is red.
And
at the end of it all,
it is I who will be there to welcome you home.