Do you see it anons…? That subtle change… from one day to the next… a change you can only notice in hind sight. Your recollection feels fuzzy, the things you did in the past don't make sense, and seem less like you from one day to the next. Every night, as your mind melts before the darkness, the moments of your day, of your life, seem to lose their definition, become blurry, mix and mingle with the thoughts of your mind, until the details lose all meaning and all that's left is the feeling, the gesture, until that too, becomes a puddle before the night. The night is killing you, changing you, slowly, until it can consume you whole, when you enter your final slumber.