My Song

It's midnight, and I lay in bed,
Haunted by the wicked dread.
Taunted by the side of me
That always seems to want me dead.
Affliction is, I do suppose
The silent watcher everyone knows.
Then why is it I feel this way
Lonely, sick, caught in the throes.
I toss and turn all through the night
Knowing that I won't sleep tight.
Prepare myself for another day
Hoping, this time, I'll get it right.
When the devil's playground is my home
I'm doomed to fail and fall and roam.
The devil will always find a way;
He's cold and sharp and hard as chrome.
But when I'm banished to the dark,
Somehow there seems to be a spark.
A light, a love, a smiling face
That shows me where to find my mark.
To run my race (I've run it long)
And cheer me on with words and song.
Can dark be lit? Can thirst be quenched?
Will I emerge, wiser and strong?
But it's midnight, and I lay in bed
Assaulted by my mind instead.
The night is thick, the waters deep
And yet the song plays in my head.