it's 1:23 AM
- 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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