3am scrolls by
In this modern time no second hands turn
No ticking away of passing moments
Only in my mind
Otherwise only digital displays count
Cold, clinical. Perfect seconds
3am scrolls by.
Surrounded by deep breathing
Murmering bodies
Content in their parrallel world dreams
In this aching mind no sleep looms
Only endless loneliness
Otherwise invaded by confused though
Angry, bitter. Regretful ideas
3am scrolls by.