The night has a demon
A dark, dangerous spirit that travels at midnight.
2 and 3 am are the most dangerous times
When breathing is difficult and panic sets in
Eyes open, looking out windows at a city bathed in black
And yellow street lights.
The demon is there
Dragging its feet by your bedroom window
Possessing you with a madness to fly out of bed
To run out into the street
To clutch at your throat to get a breath
Silence, blindness, terror
it is the night hour of death and lunacy
Of the fear of death
Waiting for morning
And the yellow-gold light
To chase the monster away.