Again she sits alone staring at the darkened sky,
awakened yet again by dreams she couldnt remember if she tried.
Emotions of fear and sadness overwhelm her, as she begins to cry.
Somedays she wonders if it would be easier to sucumb to her dark desires but then she sighs.
She looks at the clock, hoping, but it is only 3am.
She wonders for what she is being punished what was her sin?
Why does this darkness call to her?
why can she not fight its intoxicating lure?
The demons she fights with all of her being
but how do you fight something without even seeing?
Alone again she sits with a stiff drink in hand.
praying to find nothing in the darkness of sleep but a peaceful land.
Try as she might she will not win
For in that darkness he will come again
