demon of the night

Dont you ever just stare up the dark ceiling and browse through the aisles of thoughts? Hear the sound of ticking clock so loud in your ear, it almost drives you insane.

Tick tock tick tock
saying its three oclock.

Emilie singing the lullaby. The trick to get some shut eyes.
When the sun awakes, this Sunday has ended.

And suddenly I remember,
A farewell that was sadly forgotten...
Cry in deep sleep till your heart's content.
A proper bye and missing-you-hug are just hollow gestures.

Then I fell asleep,
silently whispers goodbye to you...

it's the demon of the night
the darkness and you.