I lay here at night,
trying to ignore you
telling myself you're not there..
but I feel you
breathing down my neck..

I close my eyes in hope
that you'll go away..
I cant see you but you're aways there
waiting for me to turn to you,
and acknowledge you..

To give myself up is what you desire,
to go back to the old I struggle against..
As I lay here, I squeeze my eyes tightly closed..
hoping, praying, wanting the old to leave me..
but it follows me like a shadow..

I can finally fall asleep,
but the nights never stop coming.. and going..
I managed to conquer you tonight,
but will I be able to tomorrow night?

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Chronos, in the year 603 AF.