Fight the Night
When the sun goes down, the thinking begins
Common sense is the loser, paranoia wins
Fears built up until they become a monster,
With a life of their own; set free to destroy; per
Self-destructive thoughts; my own worst enemy
It’s a monster that just won’t leave me be
In shadows my thoughts lurk, ready to pounce
When I’m at my weakest; not an ounce
Of rational thinking, not a glimmer of hope
It’s sometimes more than I can cope
With; I know what’s yet to come; I fight the night
The dark steals the vision from my sight
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