Tonight was one
Of the many nights
When the sky got covered
With the cloak of death

The sky was black
As in the deepest oceans
No light, no hope
Like you were dying

Haunted by thoughts
Watched by the devil
Waiting for you to make a mistake
And then grant your soul for it

But still was the sky different then usual
It's dark, but there's sth special
Not in a good way, nor bad
Something strange was going on

As I stare into the silent night
Sleepless as always
Lying in my empty bed
With noone next to me

The nights provide me time
To doubt or to think about the future
And as you see there's quite a lot
By my pointless writing

But thoughts are all
Crushed inside my skull
And one way or another
What comes in, must come out

So even when my inspiration has disappeared
I open my computer and sit behind it
Without thinking, without correcting
Onto the screen my writing comes