To the Night

The night is scary

It's cold and it's dark

Some call it art

I call it fear

Fear swelling in my head

Until I'm dead

Fear so heavy

So lonely

All I can do is run

Hoping for an escape

It's so painful to know

I'm alone in this cold

And this fear

Is all I have left

It consumes me

The night whispers

Sweet nothings

fill the air

Some call it love

I call it terror

Terror because for all

I know

When I wake tomorrow

I'll still have silence

No one to talk to

No one to hug

I'll still be alone in this world

Maybe I always was

The night's cold fingers

Caress my hips

Some call it passion

I call it death

Impending death

That never leaves my side

It tells me good morning

It kisses me goodnight

Gently touching my hand

To remind me

That at any moment

My world could come crashing down

And everything I had would be gone

All I'd have left is tears

Or maybe I'm next

Maybe it's me whose time is ticking

Maybe I'm not going to wake

And see tomorrow

Maybe the warning's for me

All these things you see

In the night

Are not who the night

Shows me

You're in love

And I'm abused

By the 'love' the night shows me