3 A.M. In The Morning

I wonder how it would feel to have your soul at peace.

To raise our hands and put a stop to the aching of our being.

It seems so easy.

Just one moment.

Think about the peace awaiting.

It will only be one moment.

It will only be one move.

The pain inflicted can't be any worse than the one that had been done already.

So many people don't seem to know.

I wonder if they'd care.

I'd like them to know it wasn't them who made myself a withering flower.

With petals slowly falling to it's end.

My heart was not strong.

It cracked with every word.

Forming creases all around with hatred and pained words.

Painted smiles had sufficed for those who never bothered.

But when I took one look at that person staring back.

I knew I could fool everyone but that person.

I wonder how it would feel to make the time stop.

Suddenly the hands stop ticking and the numbers stop increasing.

I beg you do not worry.

My soul was dead already.

The pain has been eradicated.

Just one moment.

Just one move.

And my soul has finally rested.

Where the darkness is much better

than the hatred and pained words.