Noctiphobia

Here comes the night

Out of mind

Out of sight

Here comes the loneliness

Here comes the void

Here comes the emptiness

Of a pillow soiled

Here comes the dread

Of a lonely bed

A million voices in your head

Here come the morbid thoughts

Here comes the gaping well

Here come the tears that stream

Here lay the dying dreams

Here come the nightly terrors

Come and face the truthful mirrors

Here comes your well of horrors

Here comes your treasure of sorrows

Clutch your pillow

Eyes shut tight

And pray the day rips

Through the night