afraid of the dark
in love with the sun
my demons bask beneath the moonlight
I cower in fear
the early mornings are my only hope
I need every ounce of sunshine I can get
don't absorb it; you might get sick
the fact that it's out there is comfort enough
bad thoughts trace the lines on my palms
in darkness they trace the lines in my mind
burning every bit of solace there was
leaving me to turn to their light