5am/by:haunted lunacy

5am on the edge of

my bed,

Praying to a god who 

only lives in my head. 

A celestial comfort 

of delusional lies,

this cranial deity

ignoring my cries. 

Oh how I beg and 

I plead for listening 

ears to heal all my

woes and calm all 

my fears, but it’s 

5am on the edge of

my bed, desperate 

for the god that lives

in my head.