Sometimes in the Dead of Night

Sometimes in the dead of night
The thoughts of death surround my mind
Sometimes in the dead of night
Spirits come and give life in abundance
Sometimes in the dead of night
My mind is tortured by its own thoughts
Sometimes in the dead of night
My body is pleased by anothers touch
Sometimes in the dead of night
The sound of silence fills the air
Sometimes in the dead of night
The call of nature screams in unrest
Sometimes in the dead of night
I want to cry out in loneliness and fear
Sometimes in the dead of night
I hear a single tear drop hit my pillow
Sometimes in the dead of night
I leave the lights on
Sometimes in the dead of night
I welcome total darkness even though it never comes
Sometimes in the dead of night
Nothing is as it seems
Sometimes in the dead of night
All I have is life and dreams
Sometimes in the dead of night
The owl calls out
Sometimes in the dead of night
I wish for peace, and it never comes