Gray

In the sun, the world is color.
Beautiful, fun, and bright.
Then the lights are turned out.
Everything's gray in the night.
This is a sleepless dark.
I'm tired of the unrest.
It's not the discomfort in the least,
But the waiting I detest.
I need to sleep, I want to dream.
But when it's this dark inside
You find yourself hiding from
The monsters that you find.
I'm tired of dark, I'm sick of the night.
I wish I didn't have to pay
For all the crimes my demons made,
And I need to get out of the gray.