It's 5 AM and I'm alone. It's 5 AM and I'm still confused. The walls come creaking in, the roof slants slowly downward, and still it's 5 AM.
I want to run out of this room. I want to run out of that door. I want to run outside and scream. It's 5 AM and I'm thinking. It's 5 AM and I'm shrieking.
Silently the screams fill my head, the room, the world. When did she come into my life? When did he leave it? When did I become this person?
It's 5 AM and I'm on the verge of the unknown. It's 5 AM and I've got nowhere to go. It's 5 AM and I've got to leave. This mind, this body, this house, this life, this job, this man.
It's 5 AM and I've got nowhere to go. I've lost something. I know it. It's gone. Sometimes I wish I was too.
The dawn should be breaking. The sun should be rising. I wait for hours, but still, it's 5 AM.
The room get's smaller. The windows get darker.
It's 5 AM and the sun is setting.