I am not cut out for the nights,
Fear of the dark, a string of frights.
The sound of the wind,
Twisting little twigs off the branches.
Windows creaking,
Night birds singing.
All so clear in the silence.
That's when the mind wanders off,
To a place where I don't belong.
A place where my own being is shattered,
Where the ones I love are endangered.
The further I venture.
Trying to catch a breath every time, I struggle to the surface,
Only to sink in deeper, and fall from grace.
Night after night, it's the same old story,
A beautiful dream, that goes awry.
A threat it feels now, to close my eyes,
These false awakenings make me wonder, if reality is all lies.
A respite is what I look for;
An answer to this never-ending somberness.
'Cause they come rushing to me every night,
Leaving me in shivers; a state of helplessness.
Nightmares.
