The Other Side of Midnight

Midnight tolls on the clock downstairs
 A reminding voice inside my head that does not care
 His rapture keeps me waiting for a life behind the attic door
 Footsteps on the stairs... no one there...
 I watch my shadow fade to gray
 From the warmth of daylights charm
 I cower, turn and run away
 From a light so bright and warm
 With my fading health
 I start to cry and cut myself
 To watch the blood look silver
 In the blessing of the moon...
 I sit here in my rocking chair
 They've come again to tie me down and wash my hair
 Faceless figures on the wall
 Haunt me 'til the morning dawn
 Behind the Attic door
 Why can't they let me go?
 Here where devil's roam
 Twisted and bleeding all alone
 In this hell beyond the light
 On the other side of Midnight...
 The other side of Midnight!
 I bang my head against the wall
 To kill the demons in my soul
 I blind myself so I can't see
 Evil things inside of me...
 You're not me?
 Who's there?
 Am I evil?
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 ["Precisely at the end of the second millennium (2000-2001), there accumulates on the horizon of all mankind enormously threatening dark clouds, and darkness falls upon human souls." - Pope John Paul II]