Early hours of the morning
Call her name
Like Satan to his fellow sinners
Enticing her to stay awake
Forcing thoughts into her head from
Memories she wished to forget
Moments she will always regret
And days she has yet
To live.
Its the early hours of the morning
That tease her into solitude
Stealing her daylight hours
Only giving her darkness
So she envelopes herself
Into her black comfort
Of a night sky
And let's the early hours of the morning
Steal her life
Steal sanity and
Steal the last breaths
From her now still chest.
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An Insomniac's Daybreak Dreams
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I've written in the wee hours of the morning. I often stay up late and write and I feel like some of the best ideas come alive when you shouldn't be awake. It is pretty much anything I think. It can sometimes he depres...
