2 AM

My mind is racing

as the clock keeps pacing

all these memories I've been erasing

for time to keep placing

my mind on a ride

I listen to the rain and inside my skin

I can hear my heart and veins lacing

Within each other the sound so muffled

Becoming so clear

but I am not near

The ending of my struggles

My life is a shuffle

Of pieces on the board

But there is no keeping score

Of the things I have done

The hearts I've left bruised

Some left behind

But me I was used

To often subjected to mental abuse

I sit back and recollect and the thoughts in my head

At 2am it's so late

Or is it early?

I can't say

No longer a thought

As these words become lost

To another and their interpretation

Of a concept or exclamation

Life is but a game

And I am the queen

Of games and certain things

So beware before you speak

Love doesn't live here

Behind these walls and I do fear

The greatest thing of all

But his soul may change it all...

- ALL