The Demonic 3 AM

Here's to the 3 am's,

Be it drunk in a club,

Spills on your hems,

That'll need a good rub,

Or on a sofa feeling high,

Laying on a loved one,

Gazing into the midnight sky,

Awaiting the birth of the sun,

Tired eyes calling for sleep,

As you declare one more episode or game,

Another wrapper falls to the heap,

And you feel no shame.

But there are other days,

Ones you wish would pass,

Upon the mind descends a haze,

Makes life an insufferable farce,

An empty pillow reminds you you're alone,

Each breath longer than the last,

The urge encompasses to check your phone,

Time's so slow yet life too fast,

It's been 3 am an eternity,

And one still feels no better,

Til resenting this modernity,

All your decisions fetter,

There's a demon on your back,

And he pulls you off track.