Fell And Broke

I wanted to write something dark about nightfall, and how it grabs hold of me, and we fight all night until I wake up bruised and bloody. Whatever I chose to fight it with; my arms, or teeth. How I have no power over it, and there are no variables. It is what caused the decision not to sleep, because I am tired and worn out each morning, and even three hours of this is so difficult to endure.

It was seven am and I was cold and beaten, but the slight light through the blinds meant day had broke, and darkness shall recede, in waiting for its evening.

    "You're not rested because you were being chased all night."