I will take your raging courage and diminish it thoroughly
Until it is nothing but a flickering candle of hope
Fading into the encroaching darkness

For your troubles I extend a hurting hand
And make your burdens all but lighter

All the while I gain merriment as you become filled with spite
I will take what happiness has befallen you
I will reverse all joy, all excitement
And make you regret laying your sun-filled eyes upon the world

When you wake from deepest of slumber
I take the enticing dreams and crush them to dust
When you ask and you falter when words halt upon lips
It is I who remain
It is I who am left

I am what comes after the smiles
I am what follows laughter
I am all that you fear
And you are anything but glad to meet me