This stranger of mine never fails to show

His face of death everywhere I go

I can already see

What he has planned for me

And it scares me just to know

That anywhere he could be

Is a secret to me

And so I hide 

And I cry

Myself to sleep

Just so I may keep

His secret for tomorrow.

But do not bear sorrow

For I’ll tell this tale again

I’ll write of his ugly sins

And show the world

That I can pour

My thoughts onto

A blank page

Then my aches and his rage

Will fade and fade

And this dirty, dark man

Will leave my thoughts once again

Until the next night.

But I am not in fright

I will cope and cope, my friend

Cope until the End.