Like a thief in the darkness
As he creeps slowly, silently
So close, feel his cold caress
As he tortures your mind, defiantly
Swiftly gone now on his steed of black
With your thoughts that he'll never give back
For your mind is his sword
And your thoughts are his shield
Like the wind he rides with his ghostly horde
With painful memories, that you've never reveled
All those feelings, you thought, hidden so well
When he comes to visit, you will surely know Hell
The battleground is in your head
Your mind to be the victors prize
Alone now in your room, you lay upon the bed
Shadows begin to fade as you slowly close your eyes
This strange and vicious warrior from which your try to hide
Is merely a shadow from your past, kept hidden deep inside