Intig - 3 AM

I can feel the foul breath of loneliness
creep through my lungs when the city dies
at three in the morning.
I want to sleep, to forget
a place that is so cruel and tainted.
Even dreams feel like long dull needles
being driven into my head. But these pills
won’t stop my numbing respite from fading.

As I wake up, harsh and painful memories
converge in my head all at once. My throat burns
as I try to hold back tears,
writhing in this grotesque agony.

Sorrow has stained everything around me…
my sheets… my clothes… it always seems to find me.
I feel like I am phantoming through life,
each moment a lifeless drug-hazed, dream-fugue.
I want to go away, to be forgotten,
but every last drop of hope
has been drained from my eyes.

I am lost in these silent, abandoned suburbs.
Surrendering to monotony.
I know that I can never get away…