Fifteen Past Three

Fifteen past three

I stare on an empty room

I wait in vain for company

As the dark sky gloomed

A cup of coffee by my side

My guitar as my guide

I lament by my window

Staring as the days go by

Fifteen past three

I walked the streets alone

An empty street so it seemed

I wandered from dusk till dawn

The night sky seemed to be so cruel

As it engulfs me whole

The demons grinned at me

As my soul turns from white to foul

Fifteen past three

Slowly I lay to rest

I scamper towards my tiny corner

With a black heart beating in my chest

Confined my soul to the coffin

I float my misery to dust

As angels mourn my worthless being

Immaculate grace turns to rust