in the night they come to find me
lying prone and restless
the demons that have had me
seek to wreak their bitter vengeance
on a soul lost to the torment
given into the temptation
of mourning for what once was
be it good, or bad, for it was known
in this uncertainty they find me
digging claws into my heart
gaining ground as I spiral down
the day serves as a reprieve from
the disappointing hindsight telling me
that I could have done so much more
all the plans I lay down in times of rest
shattered with the mornings light