The Black Halo Effect

Hello old friend. It's nice to see you again. 
You've been here before, so open the door. 
Come on inside. I cannot hide from you.... 

Bury me by the light, let me rot away. 
You judge me but I am right and this is the price I pay. 

Cold black hands around my neck. 
Tightening slow as if to draw out the pain. 
Bring me back and bring me home. 
Show me the me that I used to know. 
What beast am I? What cruel fate is this, 
that these cold black hands are my own?