when it gets dark at the nightfall
I start to question my sobriety
was it really okay that I took this path
or will I be devastated after the consequences of this aftermath

for all the years of being alive
and being in a constant torment of my deed
I have longed for this wound to heal
has only made me cold and hard to deal

and as the darkness grows louder
it engulfs all my sense and leave me numb
my thoughts getting more twisted and inhuman
and I am all weak against my demon

when the hope becomes just a vauge notion
and I cannot think straight
despair consuming my sanity
and the words I speak filtering into profanity

there's something about the darkness I have always wondered
how it always alters my judgement
making me regret of my decision and something inside me awakes
as I await in anguish for the daybreak



© sunflower