3AM

 

I’m one for writing poems or reading poetry, I certainly don’t class this as any kind of mind-blowing work or something to make you think it just came to me and I wrote it down.

It’s based on a series of dreams I was having when I younger and a little more angry I guess.

Anyway I hope you enjoy it.

 

It’s 3am

 

I watch the door open and you walk in towards me again

Out the bed I get, I’m ready for you this time!

I swing and miss, every shot I throw at you stops within inches of you

Breathing heavily, I stop and look at you

 

I’m looking into those dark, empty, cold and soulless holes

No emotion

No blinking, just a smug look on your face as you know what is next

“I know why you’re here!”

Fists clenched so tight that the blood trickles through my fingers to the floor.

 

I scream and shout as I’m blinded by furry and pure rage

Shouting and swearing I can feel every hair on my body stand on end

Feel my blood boil to the point that my head might just explode

I HATE YOU!      

I f**KING HATE YOU!

 

I’m on fire but it’s the coolest I’ve been

I’m full but constantly want to feed

I’m confused but aware what it is going on around me

I see you but can’t hear a single thing around me except for my own heartbeat

 

I break the barrier of fear

Breath like it’s the most natural thing to do in the world

Focus on whats in front of me and it sinks in

I’m looking at me!

You are me and I am you!

 

With a single blow I split your head in two

I close my eyes and darkness falls over me

 

Opening my eyes it was just a dream

Catching my breath I look at the time

 

It’s 2:49am!

 

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