in dark nights, I wake to find no sound, for sound is dead. In dark nights I find myself listening to the vibrations of nothing screaming at me. In dark nights I neither see nor hear the darkness that stalks me. In dark nights I cannot know the impending attack nor my enemies names. In dark nights, I only know that I am. Only know that I live, only know that I feel. Only I am here in the dark. Only I feel the tears burn my lips, only I feel the cold echo through my soul. Only I will know when I die, that I lived. No one follows me, nor do I follow any one. I lie here consumed by forgetfulness, hampered by thought and plagued by my own sanity.
It is here when I live the longest, for when I wake and return to slumber my mind hides this from me, only to perhaps one day wake again me on a dark, quite night where time stands still and I see through my true eyes