It's here...the time of day when everything is most quiet,
When everything stops moving, stops making noise, it's just quiet.
It's too quiet my mind races to keep the hallucinations at bay,
To keep away the monsters that torment me day in and day out.
I know it's only a matter of time before they finally get me,
Before my mind is torn to shreds by the creatures that live there.
I'm going mad, I can't stand it it's too much, my head pounds as the thoughts spin,
and spin, and spin.
Nauseousness hits I begin to vomit tired of the same shit every night I've had enough!
I race for the kitchen, the voices of those horrendous things whisper in my ear, but no longer will they.
I retrieve the special item I had hidden for when it had actually come time.
I knew it would happen...everyone knew it would happen and it has.
I push it in, and run it down my arm: I felt the warm sensation as it rushes to the floor.
As I collapse everything starts fading to black, the warmth has ceased to be.
Ahh.... it's finally quiet.... the thoughts stopped.... the creatures are gone.... it's finally over.... I have made it through the night.
