It’s 3AM

It’s 3AM
In the fucking
Mourning.

And my
Bastard soul,
Erased,
Wallows in
The stillbirth
Of its
Non-existence.

While I
Wryly grin,
Pleased with
My genius,
Much to
My own dismay.

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