Midnight Showdown


The alarm clock blinds me with its loud stare
The hum of its amp powers
Yearning for me to sleep
The minutes tick, chased by the seconds
Only for those two to catch up to the hours
Days, months… all of time I spent with you
When could I have been free?
Why did you keep me
When you never wanted me

So I stare at the loud glare
Of the clock, having 3 am burnt
Into my eye balls
Smoking my brain walls
With all the wasted time of young love

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