3am down

this morning i was falling

down upon my knees

3am i’m down again help me please

.

getting up i fill my cup

with denial despair and defeat

fill it up and drink it up and repeat

.

since she went away

im drowning in these man sized boots

and one, two, many shoddy mungo suits

but nothing seems to fit

doctor says you’ll grow out of it

c’est au revoir to ma vie en rose

.

white noise and red eyed boys

trying to drown away my blues

but in my dreams my scenes have violet hues

while in my mind self hate and violence rule

.

it’s only 3am

i’m on my knees again

i’m begging please, my friend

don’t let me freeze

.

save me from this masquerade

.

.

dee b parker


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