Most people love the night
When they can lay their heads down
And find the peace that lacks in their
Everyday lives
their demons are hushed
By a wall of unconsciousness
And all is forgotten

I hate the night
Because my mind starts to wander
And my demons use my head
As their battle ground
"Who am I and what am I doing here?"
"Maybe I'm meant to be alone"
"Why can't I just be happy?"

I awake in cold sweats from
The night terrors
Roll over,
And pray for the sun to rise