Pitch black outside



No clue where I’m going



What’s beyond the trees,



I have no way of knowing



Fear of the dark strikes me like a wicked knife



No clue what I’m doing out here



A wandering insomniac



This has become my life



No clue what time it might be



Midnight was long ago



I’m out of my mind and freaking out



That’s why I have to go



Distant sounds come from nowhere



I simply cannot see them



No matter how hard I stare



At this time of night the whole town sleeps



Because that’s societie's norm



With no light even simple shapes,



Take on supernatural form



In this darkness I am horrified



But that’s why I’m right at home



A misfit from the world around me



A black mark in the chrome



The only other human things,



Are the voices in my head



The fear is what makes me feel alive



At my house I feel so dead



I feel like there is more to life,



Than all that I can see



Apart from what, apparently is



Something else might be



It’s true that I see nothing,



Does that mean it isn’t there?



Questions like these are what make me “crazy”



Because most people just don’t care



Get a grip Hyde



Go back to bed



Go back to sanity



Suppress the voices in your head



Come back to the light



Pretend you’re all right



But remember the things



You thought of tonight

alrightie then...now your getting a little darker.

this is but a shadow... I get much, much darker than this. It's not even that I'm a real dark person. It's just that pain and fear bring out my poetic side