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That villain of an hour where
Sleep and woken mess transgress
Where minds are naked parading
Pasts are being exhaled in every breath
While present glides over ignored
And the clock hands are so loud
Your egotistical thoughts equal the sound
This villain of an hour where
spirit has the strength to be a vigilante
Bodies pierce and breaths shared
The answers are beyond honest
Brutal remain the questions
White noise seeps in and walls collide
Calls hesitantly made and drowned
4 AM, the cradle between day and night
My time and your time to meet
The only time where time trickles
The start dissolves into a rapid end
I pick up the paper and smatter the ink
Spatter always takes your shape
Why is it so? The answer is not honest!
The clock has run it's time now
My head swings towards the ground
Drooping eyes, flashes of memories
The day becomes one, good and bad
I realize in my faintest of senses
This villain of an hour is the reason
I turn into a protagonist.
