3 AM

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.

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