Midnight

The darkness that creeps through your window

Into your room, like a new widow

Changes you, makes you think different things

That are bad, and that it brings

A silence like you've never heard before

A deafening one that treats you like a whore.

Yes, you're it's whore and slave

The moment you let it enclave

You in your fortress and prison

But you see no reason

Why you should banish it forever

You don't know that never,

Ever, you must think dark thoughts

Because that's what it's righteous

While you sail happily with all the boats

Because it treats you curteaously.

Just never forget that in the moment you let it go

It will haunt you and you won't be able to say "No"

You won't be able to stop it and it will kill you.

Just relax and look at it as something new.