1200 hour. awake as bright as the moon
lost in our own spaces. touch everything near
and make them ours

three hours we laid down like corpses
attending our own funeral
driving our own hearse
seeing faces we haven’t seen,
we become friends with them

rain fell
painted a beautiful rainbow as it leaves
it’s only five in the morning
dead is gone. scattered by the light
dreams become realities
maggots morphed into men

we hide ourselves from the mirror
pretend to be who we are not
smile to fake the lies
and steal what isn’t ours

lost in our own riddle,
we became fragile
blitz of boredom,
turned us into a beast
and along with the boxes we stole
we made us kings of our own kingdom

last thing we know
life of ours have ended on six
and now its time to sleep
kill the sick and salute them with a slit
so long my friend.
see you on my dreamland