Black demon of the night,
Fill my lungs and voice of fright,
Answer me an inquisition.

Sentenced child of the day,
Worthless trash I might betray,
Quickly, what is it that you question?

Over a span of several years,
I've shed sevenfolds of tears,
I've given blood to those who stole it.

I've seen the downfalls of life,
I know the edges of a knife,
I've killed some who stood in my way.

With my blood, I have designed
Pictures and stories within my mind,
And few can state my joys.

I've got these askings in my head,
My mind bleeding as I said,
So tell me, why aren't I dead?

Before I can say,
Why a welcome you've overstayed,
You must first consider your sin.

In a life, not your own,
Hell, you've never even known!
A life you have taken for good.

Tell me, so I know
What lies I could've sown,
What memories I could've destroyed!

Why, one you're quite familiar,
To forget, it seems peculiar.
Your guardian angel, you've killed

Yourself.