2 a.m.

it's 2 a.m.
when the fairy comes fluttering her wings
telling stories of magical realms
enchanting whispers - music to my ears 
wiping away the traces of my hearse

a walk on the path bestowed upon a wish 
to escape a life of sorrows and tears
a wish to fly
to smile
to erase all memories
that led to these insecurities

it's 2 a.m.
and I'm following my dreams
tracking down heartbeats
in the mazes underneath desirable sins
ointment for soulmates' kindled skins

an envisioned break from life's prison
continuously fueled by an alluring illusion
and ludicrous hopes
of a corpse 
desperately looking for a pulse
to hang on to whilst everything burns

it's 2 a.m.
as the fairy comes mumbling a lie
wake up, wake up, let it die

a deep breath, then a sigh

let it die, let it die