When The Night Comes

When The Night Comes

By R.e. Taylor

Everyone sleeps at night

But I am not everyone

Nor would I ever want to be

As soon as the lights go off

My mind starts working

I see images and hear voices

Sometimes in strange languages

But I always know what they say

Giving me ideas about what to write

Telling me what to say

And telling me what not to say

They are all the demons of my mind

No one else may see them or hear them

I will never share them

Be glad I don’t

You may not like what they tell you