It's 2am in the morning
I'm talking to ghosts
of a fractured past,
that I tried so hard to bury.
The wall is slowly collapsing,
memories are slipping loose,
each hour they send me into a broken reality.
Snap.
Sirens wail,
Police screaming drop the weapon,
Friends yell run.
Snap.
Lovers intertwined,
Sweat dripping,
Relationship built on lies.
Snap.
Roaring thunderstorm,
Lightning flashes,
Lungs burning,
Choking on water.
Snap...Snap...Snap.
I curl tightly into the bathtub,
Begging the ghosts to stop.
They whisper threateningly,
Why should we show mercy,
When you showed none.
It's 2am in the morning,
It's time to say goodbye.
©pyrion
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