They say
3 AM is quiet
Not a soul stirs
Then it is peaceful
I shove my music in
Drown the silence out
Drown out the demons
Raking the bedroom wall
Banging their fists on my door
They cry for attention and hope
They weep for their selfish needs
They may have grubby fingers
And when silence is abound
Darkness like to abuse it
To screech into my ear
I groan under sheets
Turn the volume up
Then it is peaceful
Not a soul stirs
3 AM is quiet
So they say
I say
No.