3am

There is no sound,
How blindingly obvious.

Dark, shielded gloom,
Illuminates the room.

It's pouring rain inside my mind,
But stardust highlights the skies features of
the plesant kind.

A comfy pillow, of common scent,
Welcomingly following certain dreams.

Some may say my life is perfect,
An overused title, to what all it seems.

I concerntrate on my emotions,
So much that they take over me,
They make my decisions for me,
There is none of me left to kill.

It's 3am and I'm lying in a sack,
A discarded heart, drenched in sin.
What is to happen to me now, I shall leave at God's will.