it is time for words to flow again,
to drip languidly over the cosmic mesh
and ignite the midnight creatures.

4am again and i am awake...

4am and i am alone...

4am and a man wants to know me
wants to wait for me
puts his arms around me
and listens to me talk about him

4am and he lies with her
and i hear them
whilst i squeeze my eyes shut
and try to drift away

4am and she smiles at me
so sickeningly sweet
and talks about her lovers
and the lover who left me

4am and i sit in my room
staring at a screen
reading his words to her
feeling the world drop out beneath me

4am and i wish i was asleep

4am knows all my secrets

4am knows me close to my darkest weakest point

4am comes and leaves me exhausted
and i am powerless to stop it

4am and i am new
i am rid of you
and maybe one day
i will tell her so
and i will tell her
everything
if she wants to know

4am and i am so wonderfully comfortable
in his arms
with his understanding
and his promises
safe to sleep
safe to breathe again

goodnight monk beneath your hood
hiding false intentions
hypocritical antihero
may you rest forever
uneasy and wary of your betrayals
may they come back to haunt you
and may you leave me from within
as if you never stole my trust

goodnight lovechild of the wild woods
who knows what is really hidden
within your secret heart
under your self-inflicted wounds
i leave you to your precious repute
your games and your victems
i choose not to allow you to hurt me
i choose to walk away

4am has left me empty again
but at least this time
i am empty of hate
of hurt
of you