The night in its ever-looming loneliness taunts me and at the same time it encompasses everthing that I am, or so it may seam.

You see the days they may linger, however it is the night that tortures me with dreams that are not wished to dream.  

I try to quite my stirring mind, to calm the sea of thoughts inside and find slumber in the evenings grace.

Once again, like many times before, the darkness ridicules me, it allows tormented memories to creep back in, I awake and wipe my tear stained face.

The Moon, the undeniable queen of the night, mocks me with her soft soothing glow like a double edge knife she also shine her light to guide the sadness headed my way.

The stars they penetrate the darkness with their brilliant beams but they show the world the madness inside me that is most detetmined to stay.
Like great enemies turned into friends or the other way around,  it is just the night and I locked in a never-ending battle of love and hate.
The greatest weapon in her arsenal is silence for it is one I can't defeat, my only choice is to endure it,until the morning comes, for only the dawn can change my fate.