Apr 01

Dead Hour

the clock is taunting me
with it's angry red eyes
and it's ticking growl
every hour
I look at the clock
and find it has been a minute
each minute
I look at the clock
and find it has been an hour

thoughts swarming
through my mind
until I reach
dead hour
every thought
is horror
every little sad moment
makes my droop onto the pillow
and cry into the softness

I do not remember
how I fell asleep
I just remember
finding a thought
soft, like a pillow
and curling into it
sinking down
and letting it swallow me up

black snakes of bad memories
slithered through my head
until I found that little one
that made me satisfied
and helped me sleep
through dead hour