Night holds no comfort for me.
She holds no solice from the torments of the day.
She taunts me.
She haunts me.
She sneaks into my dreams.
Her spiny black fingers creep into the corners of my mind.
The corners that are reserved for rest.
They clutch at my tranquility and rip it from my mind.
Her wicked thoughts replace the sweetness of my dreams.
Violence and terror.
Fear and horror.
Loathing, hatred, war, suffering.
These are those things which she leaves behind.
Where once peaceful light filled my nights,
Now thick blackness invades.
I can’t escape.
I can’t run.
I can’t hide.
I can’t stay awake.
My eyes and body betray me.
They give in to her sultry whispers.
Her promises of warmth and comfort.
My mind slips into that sardonic grasp.
She has me.
She won’t let go.
At my most vulnerable,
In the night.