Picture a light suspended in the air.
Gaze into its brightness if you dare.
Do you see a picture hidden in there?
Maybe one of a landscape so fair?
Do you become as a moth, captured by its glare?
This is when I say: You must beware.
For beyond the dazzle, as you stare,
You will find the Color of Darkness has its lair.

The light is simply a picture of me.
Glitter and gold are what I try to make you see.
But dazzle is not all it seems to be.
Behind the light is my heart's reality.
There I entice you to visit my insanity.
Where a candle is the soul's enemy.
And the Color of Darkness honors no plea.

A terror or a refuge? To me they are the same.
It is where my sanity plays a deadly game.
Yet, also where my agonies are made tame.
My handicap yet, I am not lame.
For from here, all my dreams came.
Paint them on a canvas and hang them in a frame.
Call them love and what you will find is my fame.
Do you see yet? The Color of Darkness is my name.