It's 12:34 AM

I sit, watching the little white numbers

That we call time

                                   tickticktick

Away

As I pour my heart out

In the shape of scribbles

Black ink bleeding onto

The pure, snowy canvas

Unbroken as the ocean's horizon

12:35 now

Time for another tainted ballad

Another misheard prophecy

About the ghost

Of my insomnia