3:AM and I\'m thinking:
should I kill myself,
or should I wait for the world to kill me first?
The moon is like a water lily floating against the dark night.
It makes me wonder.
Am I a monster for doing the things that I do,
or am I a saint for regretting them?
4AM and I\'m thinking:
that the stars are kind for bringing me some peace.
But still, it makes me wonder.
How I am going to keep breathing,
when I know how easy it is
to drift into nothingness
like the memory of a bad dream.
5:AM and I\'m thinking:
that even the honeyed blade of dawn,
can\'t save me now.
Even the cool promise of a new day,
and the warm beat of my own memories,
makes me wonder,
if I\'ll still be alive by the cold light of-.
6AM.
I don\'t want to think anymore.