3 a.m.

32

Angels crown, smile of a clown, painted face
Falling from grace.. falling down..take me away..
Choking on the stench of the remains
I'm chocking on pause-replay.
Searching...no reason to stay
...fight it fight it..
Don't leave them this way.
It's not good enough, Scream.
I'm talking to me
Blinded by the lack of light, pleading here with broken skies.