The headlights shine on nothing ahead,

The road is deserted, lonely, and black,

I don't know which way I'm being led,

And I break from every tear my wife shed,

I doubt that I'm going to head back.

The air is cold, and the snow is falling,

The forest covers me, clouding the moon,

The demons inside me a mauling,

Biting me, fighting me, I'm crawling,

They are not stopping anytime soon.

I did not mean to make her cry like that,

The days I spent in rehab were long,

I've tried to sit with her and chat,

I look at the past from where I was at,

Why do I feel lonely? Why do I feel wrong?

I know that I couldn't control it,

Something was wrong inside my brain,

I see the passenger seat from where she used to sit,

Oh, how I wish I could take back those hits,

But they are left on me like an ink stain.

I wish she were here to comfort me,

But she is a long way from here,

All this darkness, the demons I see,

What kind of monster could I really be?

Death is a crimson red, the end is near...