It's worse at night. The thought creeps in and my inner demons are knocking down the walls I have attempted to build to keep them out. It's worse at night. Images of your face cross my mind. It's worse at night. I can feel your hands against me and your lips on mine. It's worse at night. I close my eyes and open them, suddenly you're there. It's worse at night. This false reality I am living that you're still around is killing me but it's always worse at night.