The clock strikes 2:45 am.
Another timeless night,
the moon cast a shadow through the window into my room.
The way the clouds passed in front the moon
made it look as if small ghost were dancing on my walls.
The silence grew,
time stood still
and the silence was everlasting.
As branches hit the glass on my window my mind goes in its own nightmare.
Sending myself down a spiraling path with the thoughts of hate and no way to escape,
making this night turn into a living hell.
I just remind myself,
“Don’t give in”
“Don’t pick up the razor.”
“Don’t let the demons win.”
This one sleepless night was the night
I won the battle,
not the demons.