As the sun sets,
And the moon rises,
The voices become loud.
It is at the darkest hours of the night,
Where the demons engulf the innocent thoughts
Of undeserving lives.
As they scream and shout,
Manipulating the lives of those they live in,
Emotion grows present. 

As the sun sets,
And the moon rises,
Who you once were,
Is no longer who you are.
Will power is no longer.

First,
You are sad, depressed, crying
You are scared and in pain.

Then,
The over whelming sensation of failure
Begins to kick in.
You can’t do it,
You can’t do anything.
But What you can do, is you can think.

Think about how much you didn’t accomplish
Or how much you f***ed up,
You think about what a horrible person you are.
You think about what you did do,
And what you shouldn’t have.

Eventually,
The immense torture you are going through,
Doesn’t matter.
You don’t care,
You give up,
You grow numb.
You grow so full of emotion,
That you loose all sight of life.
You loose sight, of who you once were.
Who you when the sun is awake,
Disappears.
Who you are at night,
eventually becomes who you are.