Pitch black outside

 No clue where I’m going

What’s beyond the trees,

I have no way of knowing

Fear of the dark strikes me like a wicked knife

No clue what I’m doing out here

A wandering insomniac

This has become my life

No clue what time it might be

Midnight was long ago

I’m out of my mind and freaking out

That’s why I have to go

Distant sounds come from nowhere

I simply cannot see them

No matter how hard I stare

At this time of night the whole town sleeps

Because that’s societie's norm

With no light even simple shapes,

Take on supernatural form

In this darkness I am horrified

But that’s why I’m right at home

A misfit from the world around me

A black mark in the chrome

The only other human things,

Are the voices in my head

The fear is what makes me feel alive

At my house I feel so dead

I feel like there is more to life,

Than all that I can see

Apart from what, apparently is

Something else might be

It’s true that I see nothing,

Does that mean it isn’t there?

Questions like these are what make me “crazy”

Because most people just don’t care

Get a grip Hyde

Go back to bed

Go back to sanity

Suppress the voices in your head

Come back to the light

Pretend you’re all right

But remember the things

You thought of tonight