Nights are the worst
I walk from room to room
Pacing back and forth
Bumping into walls

My fears corner me
Sudden panic gives me no rest
And I'm tired, so tired
Just want a sweet sleep

Images leap in front of me
Of the past, present and unknown
I try to cradle my fears
Try to shove them to the side

Nights are the worst
When you are alone with your thoughts
The minutes seem like hours
The night seems so long

Everyone is asleep
I can hear them breathing
I can hear them sigh
I return to my bed and wonder

Is tonight the night you die?



October 25th, 2004