The night is my horror
It haunts my ever-waking moment
And my slumber is drenched in cold sweats
The things that live at night
Have both my sorrow and my admiration
The darkness somehow splits me in two
And everything I have ever been
And can hope to be
Showers its desperation onto me
At midnight, I am suddenly nothing
No more than shattered promises and broken dreams
I ran in so many directions
In so many ways
I shattered at my very seams
I never looked back
I never knew how
So the night is my enemy
It is more than just dark
It is empty
By Jennifer Barajas
A Dead Language 