It was a voice in my head A whisper in my ear A sound I've come to dread A thing I've come to fear It was the look in its eyes On a face whiter than snow Seeing through all my lies Uncovering that I do not show It was the power in its stare Showing what I don't want to see Saying your time is near And you can neither hide nor flee It was the words it said Creeping into me in a whisper Telling me that she is dead Telling me I know I'll miss her It was what it forced me to see Things I've hidden away with denial Things I said I'd never be For which I'll surely stand on trial It is what I will become A thrall of the shadow Death's own son Libera nos a malo!!! It is what I feel Black bleak sadness Pain I wish wasn't real Driving me to the brink of madness It is what I stand for My prerogative The urge to always be more My reason to live