Nightfall, for me, holds a much different meaning
than resting in bed and sweet, happy dreaming
I feel panic rise as the sun goes down
and as the curtain of darkness falls, I struggle not to drown
Getting slowly into bed, I gaze about my room
straining to make out familiar shapes through the eerie gloom
Hell seems almost a sweeter place than the trap I'm in
forced to wait until the sunrise before I'm safe again
Tick-tock, the sound of the clock is all that reaches my ears
the maddening sound seeming only to grow with my mounting fears
Minutes pass, endless hours, tossing and turning in bed
unable to escape, for even a moment, the demons caged in my head
A scene unfolds, like so many others, playing on unconscious fear
but again, like before, and many times more, the face of my tormentor is unclear
Rejoicing in my terror, dancing about, pushing and pulling me under
I wonder how long before the agony is gone as I am torn asunder
Evil laughter ceases as the air seems to change, and they leave me be
Dawn's first rays touch my open window----- I am weary and panting, but free.