it's three am that I hate most,
a time where all my feelings
drain from my sinful soul,
allowing the darkness to retrieve it's way back into the vast space,
when memories flood the page
and my chest caves from
the damage you've done to my heart,
three am is the time where my life
falls out of place
and I loose control of all emotion,
my mind is screaming and heart is racing
I hope and dream for any way out
but I'm stuck living in the everlasting hole my chest occupies
that continuously swallows me in
night by night,
always at three am
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
it's three am that I hate most,
a time where all my feelings
drain from my sinful soul,
allowing the darkness to retrieve it's way back into the vast space,
when memories flood the page
and my chest caves from
the damage you've done to my heart,
three am is the time where my life
falls out of place
and I loose control of all emotion,
my mind is screaming and heart is racing
I hope and dream for any way out
but I'm stuck living in the everlasting hole my chest occupies
that continuously swallows me in
night by night,
always at three am
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