As the light fades,
Fear tends to manifest itself in various forms.
Simple things, like the beast under your bed.
A flicker in the corner of your eye, or a noise you swear you heard.
Or maybe it runs deeper.
Crawling under the sheets, whispering in your ear.
Misleading your dreams, and turning them into nightmares.
Begging for the sunrise to come, but when it does,
The realisation that it will
never
stop.
Each night, plagued by the same fears as before.
The daytime spent, with only momentary satisfaction.
And once again,
Night falls. Madness dawns.