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it's 1:23 AM

  • Writer: The Elysian Chronicles
    The Elysian Chronicles
  • May 19
  • 2 min read

"it's 1:23 AM" by Oriane


it’s 1:23 AM

and i’ve lost track of the way.


they sent me away

and i grabbed all i had.

the remnants of my dreams;

the rust in my shiny tears;

the weight in all my fears;

and i left home behind

for nothing to find,

for the mess in my mind.


it’s 1:23 AM

and i don’t know what this is.


they grabbed ahold of me,

they shook me to my core,

they built fantasies and lore.

bridges of relationships,

burning away with the strike of a match.

it could all crumble to ash,

but i set my heart aflame

a thousand times

just to feel some warmth.


it’s 1:23 AM

and i don’t know why i’m here.


they tell me they love me

but these words have become a currency

to be traded and exchanged.

their affection has become a treasure

that loses its value

everytime it is mentioned,

everytime it is given away

without real purpose,

in counterfeit gold,

but it is all i can hold.


it’s 1:23 AM

and i don’t know if i can live.


they tell me that i’m doing great

but then why am i up so late,

holding in one palm my derision,

my pain in the other?

the sharp window glistens in my eye,

glints within the depths of my mind.

it’s all a bit too much for me,

do you understand that this is more

than i could ever withstand

within the shaky pulse of my reddened hand?


it’s 1:23 AM

and i think this battle was not meant to be won;

it’s 1:23 AM

and i’m counting down my days of rue;

it’s 1:23 AM

and i’m praying for a breath quiet and lonely.

it’s 1:23 AM

one,

two,

three…

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