Dreams of darkness chase me
in the small hours
in the time between yesterday and today
Stare outward and see nothing but the night
Stare inward and see nothing but the night
the wind may blow in the trees
the rain may hit the window pain
the snoring next to me, will probably be loud and grating
but the silence all around echos,
echos in me
"you are never alone, not really...."
you are always alone, really.
No one else is ever in your head