3:58 AM

White. Black. Grey.
No rhyme
No reason
Why stay.

Realize, real lies, all dies.
No love
No trust
Despise.

Above. Upon. Below.
Stand tall.
Take note.
Grow.

Sit. Stand. Run
No more.
No less.
Done. 

Life spent waiting to feel alive
eyes on the clock, it's 3:55.

Break my bones with stones and sticks
eyes on the clock, it's 3:56.

Sitting here, imagining heaven
eyes on the clock, it's 3:57.

Thoughts on railroad tracks, they try to escape.

Before you know it
it'll be 3:58.