In the stillness of the night, I toss and turn,
Weird thoughts haunt me, causing my heart to burn.
Am I waking up early or slumbering at late?
Lost in the maze of my mind's own debate.
My thoughts, once companions, now demons in disguise,
They torment and tease, leaving me paralyzed.
Am I the architect of my own strife,
Or merely a traveler in this journey called 'life'?
At 3:35 am, the world is asleep,
But I'm wide awake, my secrets to keep.
In the darkness, I question who I am,
A lost soul or a trapped demon, oh damn.