Kinds Of Solitude At Night (Quidam)

When dreams into nightmares fall I close the door to shadows' land visions haunt my heart and soul sweet smell of all the memories in the air yearning to be carried away falling to their charm numb throughout the day counting hours pining for a change desire to escape all my thoughts is automatic trying to fight them I wish that I could feel so calm when the night is falling calm when the night is in the air calm when the night is close come with the darkest night