Darkness in the corners, shadows in the hall. How it was I came here still trying to recall. It started as a trickle this slow and steady stream. I guess I'm in a pickle forgotten how to scream. The sun outside is shining, Darkness covers me. Tired of the whining- death shall set me free. It started as a trickle almost like a dream, And whom this night shall find me- Forever he shall scream. Darkness in the corners shadows in the hall. How it was I came here never to recall!