Split Pt. 1 - The Groundhogs

In the dying embers of a burnt-out day,

When morning seems a thousand hours away,

Dark prevails and the light gives up the fight to stay.

The blackness thickens and surrounds,

Masking all but distant sounds,

I seek for thought to occupy still conscious mind.

As calm and peace surround my bed,

I feel that sleep is not far ahead,

But in place of slumber comes a bolt of fear instead.