Night and all it's wonder

The night is cold, shadow-less, and haunting. I'm alone in my room tonight as the creature of dark looms in my mind. From the warm, soft sheets to my mid-firm pillow of perfection but I still lie there, in the dark, terrified.
  And in all it's wonder, the night,as cold and frightening as it might seem, is still my comfort. I feel its control on me. It reels me in, I'm hooked to this addiction. I can't break free now, nor do I feel the urge of need. I feel nothing but my pulse tonight in this everlasting hope the night would end,yet here I lay at its beck-and-call wanting more.
  Why? Why do I feel this curse of curiosity, the pulse of chemistry passing through me. I quence this lustful nightmare, the everlasting night brings. I feel the dark setting in my mind as I feel free at last to take a deep breathe. The orgasmic chill runs through me, I feel so alive for someone who died inside.
   The endless black hole I've been sucked into has total control now as I free myself in a lustful revenge I've been waiting to unleash and now...