Late at night when all are sound asleep,
I lay awake and am trapped here in my head my heart is still a beat.
I watch the fireflies dance and hear the sounds of night,
My body feels a wreck as my mind is wound too tight.
I am just a ghost that laps at the the candle light,
If I close my eyes  forever I might forget to write.

A racing is my heart as my soul is dimly lit,
I wish there was another than you dancing through my head.
The days seem to drag on forever the night is almost through,
as I fade into the darkness I often think of you.

So many days I have turned away my thoughts they always fade away,
If I was to forever hold them I would be only a shade of gray.
The night is always softer as she holds the light at bay,
The birds are softly chirping as the darkness slowly burns away.

The candle has softly spoken and called from me to you,
The shadows have stopped living the light has burned them through.
So with my head a swollen and my heart a feeling dead,
I rise to meet the moment as the sky turns from black to a crimson red..
Inkmaster