Midnight has come again with the moon stretched out on the sky
With fear subsiding into sleep on their beds they peacefully lie

But people like me with insomnia are lying down sleepless
With all the demons uncovering all seems meaningless

At this time we think of death and what it might feel like
We think of a fight calculating the wining strike

Fear swallows us whole as we think of our families
Tears brim in to our eyes, knowing there are no remedies

So we wait hoping to be sane
Hoping we feel something other than disdain
Hoping we forget hoping we become numb to all the pain

So it's that time we fear, its midnight again.

#Grey