"Night time Doubts" (another poem wow)

Dark is when the doubts come out to play

Whispering sour nothings into your ear

While simultaneously squandering any optimism left

During the day, I'm lighthearted any easygoing

During the dark, I'm bitter and feel it growing

So I'll employ any means to silence them 

Waves of pleasure seem to work quite well

At pacifying my deepest, darkest doubts

And as this psychological civil war rages on

The atmosphere is as still as a corpse

Merely awaiting the sun's return