• Night. The dark
    abyss that entrances
    us all.

    Nothing escapes
    it's shadowy gaze.
    not even me.

    I lie awake,
    staring at my
    ceiling.

    waiting. but
    for what?
    Dawn? Daybreak?

    I can see them.
    They are outside
    my window. Watching.

    They are night.
    They are shadows.
    They are darkness.

    Nightmares, spirits,
    apparitions, are they
    real?

    Or just our imagination,
    running wild with the
    thought of night?

    All i know is
    they are there.
    They are always there...