Lo(v)/(n)ely

I've always hated staying up at night.
Its always so silent. Too quiet. So devoid of sound that you can hear your thoughts. And that's when you know how messed up you are. You think and overthink things. There's constant turmoil inside your head and in the peace and calm of the night, you can feel the chaos. And perhaps that's when you notice that your thoughts have the power to kill you...
Your demons come alive in the dark of the night. And now you realise that they never lived under the bed but lived in a shrine of darkness in your mind and soul.
I hate the night but I love the darkness. It is the only thing that stays.