Night Is Here... Poem by Toxic Nash

Every night the moon is full, it holds me close, it whispers in my ear that it would stay near, for the night is here, surrounding my opens and telling me once again to not be afraid and only be spoken, deafening my tones as i hear strange moans, creepier in my ear, for the night is here. The silence nears me, the noise fears me, i slowly walk away and try to find the day, trying to say 'theres nothing to fear' when i know for sure that the night is here.