-nighthawk:

The nighthawk that's afraid of the dark Stays up to protect his heart With a mind wired by the creative That won’t cease until he finishes his piece He draws to put himself at ease To give himself peace Every night well past twelve Putting his head through hell Before he rests it on his pillow Which he clutches as he is hopeless and hollow The painting of agony is what brought him peace and calm The same painting that brought his peace near Was the catalyst to his nightmare Through the night tantalized by fear Vexing and nagging his ear The dark’s cold leer Haunts him still Till he wakes In his ashes And asks Why