After the night time comes.
The fears bring with them tears.
Sleep seems far as I drift from reality,
and into my unnatural serenity.

I think over the days’ events,
as if i could change the contents.
Then the monsters come from the corners,
and become my nights warners.

This monster of black shadows,
no face nor shape.
I feel it there,
creeping in the dark.

Others can’t feel it,
they don’t know it’s there.
It would scare them,
it scares me.

I squeeze my eyes shut,
don’t dare open them.
If i do,
I’ll never see to comforting light of the day.

That’s not true,
it’s not really there.
It’s just my mind playing tricks,
the monster is inside me.

The monster is me.