Only In Their Darkest Dreams

The night is young
But this monster is staying in tonight
Cold and compassionless as he fades
Hiding from the moonlight

Severed from all comfort
Bleeding through tarnished skin
Beathing calmly while he still can
And taking all of the pain right in

Focused and ready
Yet wordless as he listens
The air whispers quietly
As the shallow rain puddles glisten

He is calm and collected
Ready for the waining midnight minutes
Pounding from a thoughtless withdrawl
As he pushes his mind to new limits

Drawing on moisture and powerlines
As he searches to satisfy his endless thirst
Thankful for his brightest moments
After a whole day drowning in his worst

Yes they see and hear him
But they know nothing of what his secrets mean
He is now fully one of them
But only in their darkest dreams

Author notes

This is a pretty substantial deviation from my normal form, and somewhat on my normal style, but I kind of think that's because of my partial inspiration. The last four lines are based off of a quote; "Yeah, they see me. I am one of them. In their darkest dreams." I started writing this immediately after hearing that, and then halfway through I came up with the last stanza, and knew that was how I wanted to end it. So maybe that had more of an impact on how the second half turned out. Some of the lines might sound really cheesy or cliche, but please let me know what you think regardless.