3 A.m Read Count : 117

Category : Poems

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Its 3 a.m in this hell Im in
Seems Ive crossed boundaries yet again for being who I am
So break my bones with your stones and seal me back up on that horrid throne
Where blood pours from my maw and sorrow digs in its wretched claws.

What hope an inner war cherish?
To brave a new battle or to perish.
So onward we fight deep into the night
Peace never coming to us till we collapse from lack of sleep
And so it is in the dark my soul to keep
Where the moon never shines and the sun never smiles
But I suppose it is deserved for it is guile for guile.


  • May 27, 2021

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