Dawn is approaching,
Heavy thoughts encroaching.
My mind is almost gloating,
As consciousness is floating.
Nightmares tear a part of me,
Open so the world can see,
These blackened thoughts that take my glee,
Can I not just be set free?
What creates these grinning beasts,
Alive but buried far beneath,
Like a sword without a sheath,
They rip and tear with giant teeth.
Yellow eyes from the dark,
A waiting time incessant shark,
Swimming ever toward it's mark,
My fear surfaces, so stark!
Can I hold these thoughts at bay?
Or will they turn to my own ways?
Am I naught but human clay,
Crying for another day?
Night holds terror,
That few can glean.
A constant starer,
What does it mean?
Thoughts grow cold and paranoid,
Instead of bold and terror void.
We must defeat these walking beasts,
Or we'll be trampled far beneath,
Their ripping claws that seem so near,
A constant source of ebbing fear.
As the sun touches the sky,
I slowly doze and wonder why.
Why does my mind betray my thoughts?
Killing like a bloody clot.
I care not now as I drift away,
See you all on a brighter day...
