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FUCK 5 AM
Dawn plays a tune
with the rhythm of my temple throb.
Unmade bed
ignored.
Grey windows,
and words upon these papers
torn.
Plasma glow,and echoed taps
fingers press on letters fast.
Drugs and razor blades lay scattered.
Fingers press on the letters faster.
After night,that line at two.
Hallucinations sleep eludes.
High as hell,or crashing hard.
The birds awake,to passing cars.
Someone write a lullaby,
to comfort me,and close my eyes.
Who will hear a silent scream?
Save me...
Fuck 5 AM.
with the rhythm of my temple throb.
Unmade bed
ignored.
Grey windows,
and words upon these papers
torn.
Plasma glow,and echoed taps
fingers press on letters fast.
Drugs and razor blades lay scattered.
Fingers press on the letters faster.
After night,that line at two.
Hallucinations sleep eludes.
High as hell,or crashing hard.
The birds awake,to passing cars.
Someone write a lullaby,
to comfort me,and close my eyes.
Who will hear a silent scream?
Save me...
Fuck 5 AM.
Published 5th Oct 2013
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Anonymous
5th Oct 2013 12:54pm
I'm up at 5 AM usually, and too many other hours at night. Any lullabye I'd write might keep you awake from laughing though. ;)
I know what it's like to have the brain ramble fires during long nights. You have visualized beautiful scenes before; I've seen it in other things you've written. Hold to those thoughts and flow with them. Perhaps also put up a competition thread for a lullabye. :)
I know what it's like to have the brain ramble fires during long nights. You have visualized beautiful scenes before; I've seen it in other things you've written. Hold to those thoughts and flow with them. Perhaps also put up a competition thread for a lullabye. :)
5th Oct 2013 4:37pm
In the moments of madness...thoughts racing through the mind's myriads of mazes--the anxiety, the desperation, the hopelessness so clearly
expressed, and f e l t.
(The need for release....for relief...i understand--Sioch`ain leat, mo Cara.<3
expressed, and f e l t.
(The need for release....for relief...i understand--Sioch`ain leat, mo Cara.<3
15th Dec 2013 5:23pm
I love that you titled this with the time of day it was, I've noticed I start most of my pieces that way as well. I never sleep and I've got way too many hours to fill, most of which are spent watching clocks and wasting them. Ya know? Haha. Great write.
