Death crawls in from every corner as night appears. Black creatures fill the streets as if they feast with hollows. The lights have dimmed, and even though it's dark outside, you can see their glowing eyes. feel that shimmer as they're looking at you . "come with us" they hiss "come, join us".. you stop as is bewitched by their voice, but just before the moment comes to join them you find yourself awake in bed. staring blindly at the white cieling above you. breathing fast, you take your turn to be up of this place of rest where peace cannot be found. Looking , searching the room for these creatures. They're not there. They're not there. They will come again at night. Again inviting you into their dark world. And you know once you get in , you cannot return. Unpeaceful nights. .... isnt it absurd? Isn't a night sleep supposed to be a rest for body and soul? and if it's so , why do they keep coming back? what is that weakness in you they see? why do they keep calling you from the depths of dark nights? smiling sweetly at you... "come.. join us"... "it's much better than your world" they say "much more to be done where you are". and even as you walk , they know you'll come back, in some mysteroius way begging for more. begging for them to call again. they know... they know who you really are. forever they will be waiting for you to join them. There's no way out, my dear.. no way out.