Scared and alone
you huddle by yourself,

Scared and alone,
you're left with nothing but the thoughts
of your own head.
A hollow voice
that remains.

A voice that is strangely familiar,
despairingly soothing,
and yet comfortably distressing.

Scared
and alone,
you're left with the problems of your past.
Come back to raise the dead.

A ravenous beast inside,
that has yet to be fed.

Yet in the deepest corners,
of the wondrous mind you have,
you find some peace.
A way to find comfort in the deafening silence,
to quell the noise,
to drown the monster.

To stay the fight. For even just a moment longer.

And for once, even a moment. You're not scared.

But you're still alone.
Thankfully.

So stay. Alone with your thoughts. And find comfort in some sleep.
For tonight we revel in the time together.
What little time we've left to keep.