Holder Of The Night

As each day begins, the less I grin, and a part of me that once lived has begun to end.  There seems to be no more hope because each day begins a new treachery chamber for us all.  You begin to dread for the sun to rise, and dread when the sun dies, because every moment that your awake, it seems as if you open up another gate.  Each moment you catch another tear falling from your eyes and wonder if it is the Devil in another disguise.  You pray everyday for the pain, loneliness, and frustration to soon disappear, but the more you pray, it knows that your afraid so the more it will reappear.  The darkness is the holder of all your fright, because your afraid to go to bed at night.  It tries to tell you real bad things to do, you try and block it out, but soon you will do the things that he has told you to do.  Night is coming on, and I do not want to go home but it follows me like a shadow in the night, except it hasn't got a fright. The holder of the night.