When the sun sets....

When the sun sets and the dusk falls
Ceasing the merry bird calls,

Marking the beginning of that dark day
Known as the night, as most say,

It sends shivers down my spine??
I know it's not the cold.

There are shadows all around
In various sizes they abound,

My eyes search for life
In stillness thick

Emptiness engulfs me,
And I struggle to get free

I can't feel a thing,
And I can't help but ponder
If I would wake up to the morning yonder.