In the dead of night, if you truly listen hard, you can hear it.
Sounds coming from all over, unable to be stopped.
The growling of the stomach, ever so concealed.
Cries chocked back, from fear of being heard.
The opening of a cupboard, it's contents later to be disposed of.
A bottle of pills, showing signs of truly giving up.
The sounds of night show what day hides...night is when the monsters come out.
The monsters in everybody's heads, not one does not. The voice you hear in your head; there it is. The one helping you read this, the one telling you good from bad.
Some people lost the good, and only know bad.
Monsters are wanted to be silenced sometimes, the bad ones.
Night is a time filled with sorrow.