3am Mental Race.

In the 3am silence, I hear my thoughts; out loud.
Some darker than others. I fight them, everynight. Sometimes they win, and I'll slip further. Others, I manage to pass yet another dreamless night.

3am.
I fear my 3am mind. It's all in my head, the grey matter with non-stop churning of thoughts. The smallest thing will trigger a full minute of starring into nothingness with the universe in my head. Maybe one day, the nightmares outside of my sleep will fade away.

Or maybe they will eat me alive.