At night when troubles themselves seem to weep
The rest comes hard and never deep
Sounds in the dark break the dream
Slick and stuck in tangled web
Trapped mid slumber and thick in head
The figure stands with burning eyes
Writhing closer that empty gaze
The scream won't form
My mind ablaze
Close enough to taste her breath
A burst of speed
I free my hand
Vanishing fast
And nothing left
Now alone
A stammering mess
Back to rest
This hard fought test
Watching in the corners still
The darkness shimmers
For one more thrill

The night had run it's course
Yet I had not run the night
Waning by the hour
I had starved for more
Reaching far beyond
That which reached out to me
I grasped and fell short
Of what I strove to be
I hold this failure true
Never to diminish me

From the time of ash and flame
I have found a life again
Upon the coals and to the top
None shall ever make me drop
Holding fast and standing free
I have found that which is me
A climber
Yes
I'll send it
You'll see

The cold greets once more
in the sullen black of winter's morn.
The chill raps on bone,
consuming from within.
Eyes desiccated and screaming,
itching for release.
This impetuous wind pierces flesh,
rending body from soul.
As the frigid grasp of death
sweetly caresses my hands,
I breathe.
All my sorrows torn away;
Only I remain.

I am a man
Who screams by night
And smiles by day.
I look at myself, I don't see me anymore
Just a shell from before, empty and haggard.
My eyes have lost their shine.
The path ahead forgotten
Trudging through mud, looking to the sky.
Now I know for certain, soon I will die.
Not from coincidence or neglect;
From these hands of mine.

Do not weep for those monsters
Who die in the dark;
Simply because you see them
In the light.