And darkness comes along
a heavy blanket -
a blanket that stifles
and one can see nought but
                     one's fears
in the shadows on the wall
that the eye learns to discern.

If i close my eyes now,
       I am as good as dead -
Perhaps I always was
Perhaps
         this is just a moment of life
to realise just that,
    to relapse back into what always was.

No one should be as lonely.
Am I either ? Or is it only -
  just wrong eyes hazed by
shadows on an indistinct wall.
Thoughts that are loud
and I never heard the clock ticking
                              on and on
each moment the nondescript same -
and so on then, morning came.