At 3am
There's a side of me
I never want
The world to see
At 3am
My walls unfold
Peeling away
Like a paper mold
At 3am
My smiles fade
As I remove
My new facade
At 3am
Mascara runs like a flood
My once clean sheets
Become stained with blood
At 3am
I just can't hide
The demons that
Lie deep inside
At 3am
I tear them out
You'll start to see
What I'm about
Because at 3am
My sanity caves
And all the love
That my heart craves
Can't keep up
With the thieving dark
I fear I've lost
They've left their mark
YOU ARE READING
Mourning Skies
RandomDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts