It's one of those nights
When my insecurities crawl
Like monstrous shadows upon the walls
The sheets tightening like a straightjacket
Roughly cinched by a cruel orderly
My internal screams echoing
As the mad wailings heard
Bouncing down the corridors of an asylum
I wish I had someone to share my bed
She’d sense my restlessness and place her hand on my chest
What are you thinking about my lover?
I hear authenticity in her sleepy, soft voice
And I trust her enough to speak
Telling her all the things I fear
Exposing my faults and failings
Unafraid to unpack my insecurities
Into the gentle dresser of her compassion
She would listen and touch me and ease my soul
I would sleep at peace in her presence
But there is no one here
It is just me and my demons to battle in the night
I wonder how many more nights I’ll survive until morning
As I hear the grating claws of lunacy
Scratching the floor beneath my bed
The hellion comes and I pray for dispelling light
But I can feel its fire burning in my brain
Perhaps the new day will find me
No longer sane
And maybe that would be easier
So I will not say good night but goodbye
My final prayer that the tortures end
As no angel of mercy ever appears
Amen
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