[Words: John Brenner] In the darkness of night The silence slowly takes form The black velvet of loneliness Stealthily moves to envelope my mind And I relive morbid scenes of my life's tragedies The icy touch of regretful woes, The spectre that is past grips my heart Inflicting torture and deadly hindsight, Demanding correction of my wrongs I walk back in time on the path of despair The memories seem so painfully real Ever shackled thus to my present days I reside in the shadow of depression In the churning maelstrom of emotion The spectre bears me along unrelentingly...