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It’s called The Dead Hour, 3 a.m., a time every soul must sleep,
for that is the time the demons come out to play,
their prize the nightmare that rips through your dreams for eternity.
Unforgiving they stalk you, take pleasure in your weaknesses
and turn them into mind games that warps your psyche
into a suicidal state, where the thought of eternal darkness
is preferred to the sunshine outside.
So I say sleep, my friend,
sleep at 3 a.m., let another soul take your place.
A good suggestion . . . but I am immune because I was born at 3am. That's why I am a little devil sometimes . . . . lol
ReplyDeleteLoved the poem as I always do. :)
It is a rare night that sees me sleeping at 3AM it takes me until the to show which houses the demons need visit on any particular night. It is the right of being the outcast to be the demons master.
ReplyDeleteah if only we could let another soul take our place....i think it is one of those times when the veil draws thin...maybe not as scary as that but...heh...smiles
ReplyDeleteIronic that I read this today. I woke up from a nightmare at around 3-ish yesterday morning.
ReplyDeleteYikes, Shads. I'm sleeping with Teddy after this.
ReplyDeleteIt seems a popular time to move on.
ReplyDeleteWell, I have been wondering what happened. By the way, I hope you will be pleased to see which site is the first one in tomorrow's A Sunday Drive, which should be up in around three hours (my time).
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