It's getting to be that time again,
In the later hours of my day
When the night creeps so quietly across the sky as if trying to surprise the sunrise somewhere across the world
So it's dark in my mind
When the demons creep on the edge of their seats to try and better view of the contents of my heart to more properly pick it apart,
Why is it that when it gets to be twilight my mind is sensitized to the screams of all that which I can't see,
It's a balancing act to maintain my sanity, tomorrow's on it's way
If my fallacy stays in tact, I'll live to see another day