5 AM
By Elizabeta
December 16, 1997
staring at the clock
watchin' how time flies
too bad I got left behind
watching nothing go by
staring into the night
always darker before the dawn
staring into oblivion
as frost covers the lawn
feeling sort of empty
and dumb as a stone
drowning in depression
but at least I'm all alone
trying to do something
but yet getting nothing done
trying to swim in quicksand
well isn't this fun......
getting a perfect lunar tan
cause all you see is the moon
winter days are always short
when you go to bed at noon
keep up with the waves
hard to do when they're your tears
listen to the voices
and hallucinate your fears
staring into the night
as the darkness begins to dim
drowning in depression
at 5 AM
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