my night time demons

day turns to night, that's when they return. I feel something's not right, like their gaze is making me burn. they're always here with me, not letting me rest my eyes. they'll continue to haunt me, with their words, cold as ice.. they're staring at my soul, my sight, my mind, my life. overwhelming is their goal, and it's hurting me like a knife. like a blade that cuts deep, it twists in my head. it doesn't let me sleep, as I twirl in my bed. those words on repeat, play with my mind. it's something I can't beat, those demons that aren't kind. the thoughts keep coming, it really overbearing. it all keeps on running. it's called 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨...