Write of night

Not always but sometimes I do go mad at night.
Depends on the night really.
Oftentimes it's the kind of badly beseeching shadowy night clad in nightmarish black. sometimes it's a thrifty night garbed in boring darkness; usually though it's a somber ink black night that makes me want to yawn and not sleep, however it's the bristling raven hued night like the one that sits staring at me right now besides my bed through the warm glow hovering over my head which makes me want to yank out all the words and string them in a noose.