I am the masked man, in the night

That you fear on the way home,

A drunken fool of the light that

Shines the dimmest on days

Where the world feels too heavy,

And your hands burn holes through 

My thighs;

Oh, lover of the night, lover of the light, 

Who taught you of such spells of courage;

You'd simmer under the heat of my heart

You'd crack and splinter under the weight

Of my tongue;

A fragmented image of the girl you used 

To call your own,

An empty shell you used to call your home;

I parade myself like I have a soul to show;

Like I have a wound to thaw,

Like I don't search the streetlights late at night

For some warmth to hold close;

An empty bed, A heavy head to rest

A taste of sorrow together with every breath;

A faint smile, A silent death

A masked man in the night

That you fear the best