3am

House on fire at three A.M.

Smoke curls into my skin again.

Whispers crawl along the ceiling,

Say I’ll never learn the feeling.

September leans against the door,

Nails against the hardwood floor.

I thought I was someone else,

But the silence knows me more.

And it’s all right there —

Ashes dressed in velvet air.

Every mirror breaks me down,

But no one hears a sound.

The silence is so loud.

Fevered dreams and silver knives,

Cut the threads of borrowed lives.

Everyone’s a saint in glass,

I’m the shadow that won’t pass.

Memory slips between my hands,

Like sand in a foreign land.

I thought I was someone new,

But the night shows me the truth.

And it’s all right there —

Ashes dressed in velvet air.

Every mirror breaks me down,

But no one hears a sound.

The silence is so loud.

Midnight knows the darker side,

The part of me I try to hide.

It feels more real than the day,

And it never goes away.

And it’s all right there —

Ashes dressed in velvet air.

Every mirror breaks me down,

But no one hears a sound.

The silence is so loud.

~jessi