4 am

4 am



All else faded away, I am left with myself.

My madness drips from the walls as I reach for another slow cigarette.

Each day ends like this; watching the hands ticking wasted youth away.

Nothing gained and nothing lost.

Everything as it always has been.

Another day for them; and not for you.

Something needs to give,

Something needs to change.



I will tear at the banality of tomorrow in my dreams.

My head will be free of this anxious cycle.

I will cross the imaginary boundaries of this existence.

Let my potential rise from its ashes.

I will forgive, I will forget, and thereafter love.

Take away from me all that is false, all that is created.

I will construct my own roads and alleyways;

Floating gracefully above the green and the beautiful.

I shall finally reject all that mankind's dice has rolled for me.

And be as pure in my next day as I was in my first.

Let death find me if he will, I will not cower behind the unnatural.



Laughter bursts sporadically from my lips.

My parasitic twin smirks condescendingly.

The night is mine; may I not contemplate my escape?

Why must this solace disperse when the new day throws itself at me?

Is this terror too alive within me for me to adapt?

My veil is too thick, my armour too impenetrable?

Constant disgust, constant contemplation.

How long can I survive here in the space between two worlds?

I must set my sights on the horizon as the sun comes up to greet me.

- George Norman