falling back to 2 am <br />when the walls come down <br />thoughts start to spill <br />black is white <br />white is black <br />nothing makes sense <br />yet everything is understood <br />perfect chaos <br />makes it all come clear. <br />the dawn of a new day <br />making thoughts of yesterday fade<br /><br />Scarlet .....<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-am-5/
