Night is dark.

Night is when my demons

Come out to play.

They attack and shred,

Tearing me to pieces

Yet again.

They whirl in my mind,

A massive haywire of energy,

Shrouded in an unforgiving darkness.

They beat and they bang,

Throwing my helpless body

Against walls of stone.

They bind my hands and feet in cold grey chains,

To keep me in their clutches.

They haunt me,

A most wicked sort of ghost.

My breath comes in shallow gasps,

My mouth parched and dry.

They sit on my lungs.

My tears fall without check,

Without fear of disturbance.

They make them fall,

A deluge of meaningless water

Flowing harshly from my overworked eyes.

They make my tears

Feel like acid.

It burns me,

Leaving a clear mark on my soul,

The mark of yet another dark, sleepless

Night.