Demons of the Night

Hidden in shadows, kept away from the light
Are the unknown enemies, the demons of the night
Who live on our fear and yet die from fright
These living contradictions, these demons of the night

Demons of the night who haunt us in our dreams
They find the weakness in our psyche and tear at the seams

Yet, they flow fast in our minds, like a river in the rain
They cause us so much misery, yet they themselves are in pain

Hidden from the sun and the light of the moon
But the lights from their hearts, from that, they aren't immune

They are predators, we are prey, and on us they leave their mark
But, in a sense, they're just like us...so why are we scared of the dark?