I envy the dark
For its silence
Solemn solitudes
Me,
I don't know.

Every night
I'm scared
To close my eyes
To feel
The softness of my bed
I know
This is the begining
Of my misery.

As i close my eyes,
I feel them coming
The voices of evils
Whispering
Shouting
Clattering
Seeking holes
Where they can
Dig me deeper.

I'm searching
For my voice
"Help me" i murmur
A rattling voices came
Simultaneously
Louder
Stronger
And i don't know
Which voice is mine
Anymore.