But the Night Is Not Over

During battle, rest has become my enemy all of the thoughts that I’ve suppressed emerges all of the doubts and all of the uncertainties that I pushed back Rage, anger, madness, Love… all clashes together Questions proposed without answers Answers appear that I don’t want to accept Thoughts turn into chaos and disorder and spontaneously exploring evilness attacking everything that I Love like I have no internal filter and I want to do things that I cannot do Go places I cannot go have things I cannot have yet and I want to rest when war continues on I want the night to be over and the day to be won and I have to deal with thoughts be up instead of slumber make choices and decisions I wished were on pause would just disappear but the night is not over and the day has yet to come