3am; I look out the window and all I see
Are lights - my one and only company

But these lights are unlike me
They never have to worry about blowing out
Because they do and they will
And I wish that I, too, would fade away somehow
To belong with the tender imagination of my swollen skin
Or even a nightmare
Give me one of these
Give me all of them
Anything but the blank limbo of nightspeak
The loud voices in my head that break the silent peace
Long before the call of the first free wing
Signaling the rising of the sun
And the dark of the day to come

4am; I am dancing with my devils
No longer counting sheep
There is futility in savouring
A darkness we cannot keep

5am; I am battered beyond belief
Swollen wounds and sunken cheeks
As if my fists were made for this

6am; I awake from consciousness
With bones that feel too heavy
I watch the last star flee
And wait for the cycle to repeat