justtomiI used to long for the silence that comes with the daunting night, I still do. That moment when my demons creep in and sit to have a dinner. To remind me of those mistakes that rose with my sun, To remind me that the sun wouldn't shine soon. To plant their treasure for me to tend. Now, each dark and lonely night, the moonlight isn't my calm. The Stars alignment do not lull me no longer. Each dead of the day, a bit of me dies.