3 AM -

I can feel the foul breath of loneliness

Creep through my lungs when the city dies

At three in the morning

I want to sleep, to forget

A place that is so cruel and tainted

Even dreams feel like long dull needles

Being driven into my head.

But these pills

Won’t stop my numbing respite from fading

As I wake up, harsh and painful memories

Converge in my head all at once.

My throat burns

As I try to hold back tears

Writhing in this grotesque agony

Sorrow has stained everything around me…

My sheets… my clothes… it always seems to find me

I feel like I am phantoming through life

Each moment a lifeless drug-hazed, dream-fugue

I want to go away, to be forgotten

But every last drop of hope

Has been drained from my eyes

I am lost in these silent, abandoned suburbs

Surrendering to monotony

I know that I can never get away…