Coming Home

**an oldie but a goodie! **

This Darkness knows me deeper than anything I have felt before.
I know the night can see me for what I am
Somehow
while sleeping it entered my thoughts
feelings
prayers
hopes
and dreams.
and now I it knows I am a coward.

Is there no where to hide?
When ever the blackest night can see you for who you truly are?
Now even sleep holds nothing for me.

Come death quick bring darkness home.