4 A.M.

 
It’s one of those hours where you
           are wrapped around my mind,
           causing thundering madness,
           from which I can’t seem to escape.

Where I tremble with silence,
           and shatter with dying stars.

 

V.A.C.W.
05:16

 

While my thoughts were quiet,
And the unspoken words
Were sealed with my trembling lips
Inside my mouth,
My hands were screaming.

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