12 o'clock

I cry my morphine tears
As I hover through the night
I once again see clearly
But I turn away from the light

Deaden veins dry up now
Your words, they penetrate
I try to give you answers
Ones that will alleviate

But I just smile blankly
Empty words I say
I can’t tell you my reasons
I’m so numb from these days

So tired of routines
That never change or grow
You can’t see that I’m dying
Because now time goes so slow

Clock hands spin backwards
Or just don’t spin at all
As the clock strike 12 o’clock
I know that I can fall….