3 am escapism

The witching hour, darkness descends 3 am's heavy veil, our souls contend Nightmares seep into reality's frame Drowning in thoughts, we're lost in the haze The world's silence is deafening, a scream in the night Thoughts claw and wrestle, a desperate fight Pulling us under, a vortex so cold Escapism's fleeting solace, a temporary hold We grasp for distractions, a respite from the mind A moment's peace, before the darkness reclines The night's dark whispers, a haunting refrain We're searching for dawn, a new refrain In this quiet hour, we're forced to face The demons within, the darkest place But still we push through, we find a way To survive the night, to greet the day.