3:09am
I clear my throat etching the nerves down my neck it's , too early or too late for me to be feeling grey I , cannot see a single thing surrounding me and , I don't feel any evil today it's , almost as if I want to feel a certain way like , I want to be petrified if I was to hear something out of the ordinary , I , search my mind looking for the time to turn , back I'd like to go back now it's , too early or too late for me to be feeling this grey , I'm , not sure of how much evil I portray upon my lips , I dismay , I , struggle with kindness sometimes people may find that , quite frightening but I , used to it you see I , don't understand when others don't understand me , I am able to speak such cruelty only when my ego has been dragged below my feet but then it's , fine see I , don't really have one of those or , if I did it's lost somewhere like , the heat in this room it's , only one person in this room and I'm , sweltering here maybe , it's the bad inside of me or , the third hour of the early hours that , hour where murders are remembered where , paranormal beings hide here I , see them sometimes here I , grip my eyes tight to , forget their horrid faces I , think of myself as at peace but you see I , see so many things at each side of me ,