I've yet to witness those nights which hold peace in
their arms. So far, there's just a hell lot of loneliness
placed everywhere between the hours of them. The
nights of mine have always been conspiring against
my peace of mind. They've been strangling me,
leaving me alone to question my own existence.
12AM tried its best to separate me from that
one friend who was listening to my sobbing
rants, who was keeping me from falling apart.
It stranded me, left me at the doorstep of 1AM.
1AM introduced me to a friend of his own,
named anxiety, who manipulated me into
going into a whirlwind of dark thoughts.
2AM invited me to his place with a whiskey in
his hand. Shared his pack of cigarettes with me
to keep me from going back sober again. The
pain that stuck to me never left but it all just
seemed like I was hallucinating sitting there.
3AM begged me to go to sleep, saying I won't
be able to meet her better half 3PM, if I kept on
repeating this. She was that part of night which
wasn't cruel to me, taking my side, but in a male
dominated society, all her efforts were in vain.
4AM brought in light into my dark room, made my
pupils shrink so I couldn't see all the things they
were doing to me. They all parched my fragile soul,
stumped on it and stained it in the name of healing.