At the latest hour, in the darkest night is where my thoughts wander each night.
Sleep has not yet come, the nightmares have not yet begun but I cannot wake from a nightmare when I am living in one.
Sleep comes at last but it is no relief from the living hell I’m in.
The nightmares torture me throughout the night as I toss in my bed.
Nightmares running round my mind each night and slowly drive me mad.
Endless deaths I die each night watching my life pass before me in the still silence of sleep.
And when I wake the thoughts don’t leave but remain in silence still.
Waiting for a moment in which to climb their way up out of the deep dark hole I locked them in.
The night is meant for shadows, for the shadows to creep amongst the darkness.
Until the darkness and my thoughts become one. And every night I lie awake and hope for better dark to come.