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When the sun has set and the day is done

When the darkness closes in and there’s nowhere left to run

The memories like banshees come screaming to life

Cutting through my mind with the sharpness of a knife

The wounds reopen and I bleed again

I try to staunch the flow with my hand

The horrors I’ve seen, the terror I’ve felt

Has left me with countless bruises and welts

I barely can keep it together in the light

My greatest fear is being alone in the night

The demons stay in the abyss in the sun

Crawling out only when it’s protection is gone

Grinning, they wrap their chains around my soul

And drag me screaming back down the hole

I hear the screams of my past when I’m alone

When the sun has set, and darkness has come.