People die at 3 a.m.
It\'s a popular time
To succumb
People cry at 3 a.m.
The velvet darkness
Is a friend
The past\'s alive at 3 a.m.
The future clashes
With it then
The future looms at 3 a.m.
Its less optimistic
Than in the sun
Leavings are planned at 3 a.m.
No stopping time
Nowhere to run