Curse of the dawn

As I close my eyes every night
I see the galaxy full of life
But when I opened my eyes at the dawn
I felt the pain in its monstrous form
I used to walk all alone
under the visage of the moon
Now I creep behind the shadow
and a pillow where I burrow
Oh the sorrow holds me still
in the waking hour of the twilight
the hint of tears about to spill
from the burying ground where I lied
To sleep is to rest
And to wake is to death
I will write every day
till the inch of my breath