On a warm quiet summer night, there\'s not a soul in sight.
I sit here forced to listen to the demons, can someone explain these feelings? Am I cursed to walk the in-between?
All the while I dream of light, but the darkness holds me tight.
I scream out when will this end, but the only sound that\'s heard is the lack of wind.
As I wish this was just a dream I realize I exist only in the in-between.