laying in bed looking around but not seeing anything but the darkness surrounding you living behind the once lothode past to began a new one. staring into the bleak darkness of your room trying to see the truth in the walls. trying to go to sleep but fearing it. afraid to go to sleep for fear of waking up the next day. but yet again fear of dreaming for not knowing what will go on inside your head. never knowing what will happen next but only to pray for what ever it is to stop and to know more. not wanting the next day to come but wanting it so badly you fear what the results will become. so all you do is stare into the dark emptiness of your room watching the shadows bonce from one end to the other. when you are a child it is so much easier to believe in the next day. to be scared of the dark and runaway under the covers so the monsters and shadows of your room wont get you. but you grow and you get less concerned with those monsters and shadows that plague you as a child and began to fear more problems that plague you now. the next day will always come for some people but for you all the next day is is another lye to your self for you can never escape the dark emptiness of your room.