How does the night creep quietly
into our dreams?
How do the shadows creep silently
over our sleep?

Why do the stars dim slowly
when we need them most?
Why is the sun un-glowing
and lifeless as a ghost?

What makes the light fade black
and our skin grow ever-cold?
What causes the warmth to lack
the comfort in its hold?

When do the sparks of joy fade
into the cold of night?
When do our hearts turn to jade
and lose every ounce of fight?

Who melts our will and reserve
into crumbling dust?
Who causes us the night to serve?
The only answer: it's us.