The night terrifies me/it is the time when your memory visits me/it is the time when the past dances in front of me/taunting me/calling out to me/beckoning me to fall into its arm and let it sweep me away/there are nights when I let myself fall back/it whispers into my ear/makes promises that will never exist/tells me lies that I foolishly believe/somehow I still find comfort in its cold dead grasp/but the comfort soon shifts to a feeling I know all too well/I cease to exist/every inch of me becomes empty and numb/I dont want to break away/I dont want to face the darkness alone











