Night The only time I sleep silently, is when others are just awakening. In darkness is when, I come out to play. I hate this light, that shines in the window, attacking me with brightness... blinding beams of sunshine. Blackness, is when I'm in my prime. The norm, who are scared of, shadows and hate. Always thinking, assuming fate. In my eyes, they are the abnormalities who scare me. Cuz they're scared of me, scared of what they cant see, scared of what I am. A shadow, in the back of their heads, whispering evil things, Speaking alone of what I just said, My mind is backwards, which brings out, the dark person I am. W. Ganong