1:30 AM is when my head starts hurting and my body feels heavy with burdens
My soul feels hollow
And I don't really know who to talk to
Because it's a little late to call anyone
I'm googling weird things
And making my bucket list
Coming up with distractions for weeks to come
Because it is my only escape from my inexplicable pain and sadness

ember-evanescent

Way too late, way too empty

Both legs under the covers
Nope, it's too hot. 

Neither leg under the covers
Nope, it's too cold

One leg out of the covers and hanging over the side of the bed 
Perfect 
But the demon 
In the shadows hiding,
Will get you
And pull you under
And eat you