Never have i been so tired in my life,
Yet I’m far too scared to fall asleep,
For I fear the demons that will surely dance in my head,
The nightmare that will play across the inside of my eyelids.

The thought of loss, of loneliness, of everything I’m far too used to,
How wonderful it must be to be the hippie of the 60’s.
Never a worry in thy head, just wonderful colors and shapes,
Painting murals upon the sides of my heart,
Ever strong it shall be.

How I miss you so,
Yet the thought of you, is what calls upon my demons,
Tells them to show up tonight, and put a shiver down my spine.
Sensing this, I fear shutting my eyes, afraid they will never again open,
Not to the setting I’m used to, the warmth, the love,
The underlying hate, beneath each fake smile that lies upon their faces,
Knowing it may help, but never being to sure.

In this world, without fear, you cannot love,
Yet without love, you cannot live.
But we all fear love, knowing it leads to shattered hearts and fallen tears,
So where to turn to? When you think all you need is love,
But to every love, there is a side of hate.
And hate, is the demon.