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Sometimes when the sun sets, things don't always seem the same

Sometimes when it's dark the mundane things don't seem as sane

Sleep escaping me, in the tiny hours

When no other soul would care to wake

The moon above, transmitting dark powers

My thoughts of rest, are thoughts that I forsake

Sometimes when the sun sets, things don't always seem the same

Sometimes when it's dark the mundane things don't seem as sane

Bedside spectres, keep me company

Candles sometimes, light themselves

Erie noises, turn to voices

Eyes shimmer, where they shouldn't

And the Shadows, aren't quite themselves

Table floats across the room

Shadows seem to take new forms

Orbs of light floating aimlessly in the gloom

Distant noises Nearby voices

Strange instructions to end my life

Plague me as I try in vain to rest

Need to run, terror fills me

I can't wait another second

Yet somehow something prevents me from fleeing

Morning comes, then i'm more tired

Than the night I just endured

Fatigue keeps compounding from the horrors that transpired

When the day breaks, so much worse off than before

My nights and days; indistinguishable

These visitations, make themselves scarce by the dawn

And by the dawn I find myself feeling more gone

My consciousness so heavily weighted

My panicked longing just to feel sedated

Aside from terror I can't really feel

And at this point I don't even know what's real

Sometimes when the sun sets things don't always seem the same

Sometimes when it's dark the mundane things don't seem as sane

Keeping it together, getting harder

Functional life, mine's retired

As the day wanes, blood starts pumping

Right at nightfall, heart starts thumping

Right at nightfall.... Nightfall

And just like clockwork it all happens again

I collapse from another agonizing day to my bed

Only to find myself gripping the edge

Just wishing for death or for this nightmare to end