3 a.m.

I sit awake with no blame to place
except my own...
I'm trapped inside my melancholy world
I have chosen to create.

The darkness comes unnoticed and
consumes me from within.
Distorted glances upon the clock reveal,
its 3 a.m. again.

There is no escape from this.
Yet, my clock still ticks my friend.
As these seconds pass away,
I watch the smoke roll in.

I whisper slowly…
as I drag myself under my bed.
One more look upon the clock reminds me
"its 3 a.m. again."