The night is where the demon lies
when, all day, when the sun slips
it detects the pieces of your heart
the fresh wounds and unamendable scars
dried tears hidden in day-dreams and paranoias
the little kid underneath that pinstripe suit
every lie behind every word and smile
it happens to be
as soon as the sun abandons this earth
just when darkness rides high and might
“Hunt!” hear the demon cries
flesh dries up in those scars as blood drains away into another world
it devours you into a piece of dust
mute, deaf, blinding brain scraps saying there is no tomorrow
“Make it stop!”
toss and turn,
and just then
a new, strong sun shines again, come in to rescue
so you may close your eyes
and sleep again.
