She finds her strength in the dark.
She loves the silence and the feeling
of being the only one left awake.
She smiles at the comfort of being wrapped in darkness
yet in the night, her demons come out to play;
to tug at her heartstrings
and mess with her head.
It's a battle with herself.
She struggles between dreamy thoughts
and fighting back tears
between thoughts of the future
and her horrible past dragging her back.
She's alone, though it feels like a war
with everyone engaging in combat inside of her
but she lies in bed with this thought in her head:
that she'd rather battle herself
than have to face anyone else.

The love of darkness or night
This is precisely what I adore
The dark is where i erase my plight
Where my dreams and aspirations take flight
Where I undress my conscience and make love to my thoughts
I don't quite know how or why
But everything seems right when it's dark
It's a hidden land of castles and fairy tales
Where everybody is loved the way they should
and everything makes sense
And that's all I ever really craved
So even when it's daylight
My mind is as dark as the midnight sky
with infinite thoughts like the stars

Nyctophilia - grammatically a noun but could it be used as an adjective?
Ask me how I'm doing and I might say "I'm feeling very nyctophiliac today"
Nyctophilia- it's ironic how at night when most humans are sound asleep
it's the time when I feel most alive
Nyctophilia- it explains more of me than I'd ever be able to
So with that being said
Let darkness fall.