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.