Poetry

The Devil’s Hour

It’s the devils hour
Our time to be
Asleep but I’m awake
Staring into space
Dilated into space
Between you and me
Time is in a race
In a constant chase
Feel it in my heart rate
Punch to the gut
Cough up the blood
Breathe in and out
Pour the storm on the drought
Doubt the shooting pain
It’s all in the brain
Fall back into the same
Rhythm in your veins
Stains on the pillow
Below your mind
Find the elements
Collide crashing
Burning in your side
Close your eyes
Or the devil may
Realize you’re awake.

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