My Night

I see my night.
There it stands. Waiting, always waiting until we embrace again.
I see my night creep towards me. Wave upon wave of Nostalgia, numb my mind.
A rhythm, unexplored and yet so familiar. And still, it waits.
It draws strength from the knowledge, that it is imminent.
Though the day may separate us for a while, it knows what power it wields over me.
I call it reptilian, and it moves closer still, it’s forked tongue, flicking menacingly towards me.
For it remains, my night. After all is said and done, it still is, my night.
It is vague, nebulous, and yet so opaque.
It slowly bites me, infusing me with its venom. Relaxing me. Making me want to do things I don’t want to.
And yet, like a pet, it plays with me. Sees, how long I refuse to acknowledge its presence.
Then it strikes the final blow, bringing with it, the strength of all my nights, daring me to resist anymore.
I wonder what power it holds. Marvel, really.
Marvel more, when the day forces it to scamper, as we start to play the waiting game again.
My night and me.
And yet it waits with a patience that maddens me. A patience born out of the knowledge, that my night is eternal, and I, ephemeral.
Again it lays its hands on my eyelids. My consciousness struggles haplessly.
And then, it wins again. My night wins. I share the glory, only because it is MY night.
Mine alone. And yet, I lose.
I wonder why I cling on to my night. Perhaps, because it does not desert me.
Perhaps, because I feel special that it plays with me, and no one else. And perhaps, perhaps, I just don’t want to let it go.
I can call it mine and it won’t ever disagree. Never call me selfish for trying to own it. Let me know in my mind, that I am indeed so.
 Then revel in the glory, that it showed me something, without actually showing it to me, the sadist.
Omniscient as ever, it laughs soundlessly. And somehow, I know that it laughs. It laughs at me for my feeble thinking.
It knows, the only powerful one, is he himself. Me? A toy.
And yet, it will always remain my night. When I leave, it’ll be mine forever, when we have our final cold embrace. Just one last time. A last shot of venom. A blast of euphoria, before I become my night.
For, the day will never know my night. The thronging multitude will enjoy the bliss borne out of ignorance.
Suffer no pain as my night ploughs through them. As we laugh together, at them.
And so, I wait. Always wait. For my night. To fight it, play with and become it. For it is my night. Mine alone. Only mine.
-The J Bird! :D