At night,
Just before the world sleeps,
The sun paints the sky in blood
In remorse for those that wont see it rise

I’m afraid of the hours before sleep
Those hours unearth the deepest parts
They whisper the reaching hands,
That the daylight keeps at bay.
When my eyes shut all I can do is fall inside myself
And see how sorry I am

Those hours before sleep
Are the slowest and most unsettling hours of my life
And just like that, I never had a problem with leaving