3AM,
Listening to Spotify.
Why?
Is it too hot to sleep?
Or is there something deeper?
What about my sleep paralysis demon?
Surely he'll come for me.
The walls are shadowed with darkness.
The gentle breeze of my fan,
Only bringing minor comfort.
Sipping my water,
I lay my head to my pillow.
Trying to sleep,
But hearing the fireworks from my window.
3:45.
My Chemical Romance fills the room,
As I stare at the ceiling,
Questioning of I'll be able to sleep.
Closing my eyes,
I let the darkness consume me.
I start to feel almost comforted.
The sound of the fan,
It slowly begins to fade.
As I call into a deep slumber.
Only to wake up at 3AM...
But it all felt real...
I know I fell asleep at 3:45!
I slowly closed my eyes again.
Only to wake to my demons.
Goodnight my demons.
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Mostly Depressing Poetry
RandomSo, this is just a collection of my own personal poetry that I have created over the years... So yeah, feel free to read... Unless poetry isn't your thing, then why are you here? XD Oh well, your reading the description sooooo anyways, yeah. Adios!
