The night is empty, dark and eerie as the wind blows chills through our bones, down through our souls and into our minds causing us to fade away like grains of sand into the sea or shrink away like a loner in the midst of surrounding company.
As the night comes to fall, disintergrating us from within, a piece of us dies one by one choosing when best to set in.
We start to think of what it means, what its for and why it begins.
The life we lead and when it'll end.
And as we sit in our dispair with our hopeless, endless fear the night sets in as empty as before and as the eerie wind still blows, where it heads to no-one shall know.
