The darkness comes again…
my mind, it seems to drain.
The same time every night,
Hide that internal fight:
he cannot see me fade,
the misery he made,
by coming in my life,
by causing all this strife.
My blindness in the light,
my struggle in the night.
And every night he comes.
My heart, a race of drums.
He strikes me to the ground,
but not making a sound,
Except inside my head:
I’d almost think I’m dead.
Yet,
He leaves me every night.
And I am left to fight,
my hauntings during light,
my struggle every night.