they often come at nightnnlike a cold sweatnnfaceless, they expectnnwhat, who, i do not knownnevery time i see themnnfears fill mennannoying feelingnn11:38nnunder the silencennafter all worriesnncan't really really explainnnwhy, who, i do not knownnevery time i see themnnif they find the pathnni hope to be deadnnevery time i see them at 11:38!