It's 3 o'clock in the morning.
Darkness consuming all around me.
It's known as the witching hour.
With demons lurking where I can't see.
Feels like living in a ghost town.
Locked in a dark room without a key.
Awake in the dead of the night.
Asleep in bed is where I should be.
Only a few more hours left.
Until chirping birds and buzzing bees.
I can make it through this dark time.
To the mornings bright light, I'm free.