It's the shadow hour.....
That time of night
When ice condenses in my gut
In stabbing crystals
But water runs out
All other apertures,
Sometimes all at once.
In the shadow hour.....
Loneliness overtakes busyness,
But nothing overwhelms
The clamor of voices,
Memories,
Ghosts
Materializing diaphanously
From corners of my brain.
In the shadow hour.....
All humanity ceases to exist
And I am left alone,
Abandoned to whatever fate
Lurks to receive those
Whose souls are chopped asunder
And strewn to the winds of night.
It's the shadow hour.....
That time of night
When I dissolve into a puddle of nothingness
Except for the pain,
And I am alone and nonexistent
On planet earth,
Hoping only for sleep's oblivion
To carry me through to
Life.....again.
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