12:30

It's 12:30 and these things haven't left me.

It's late and I'm growing increasingly lonely.

My inhibitions are lost and all I can see is giving in.

The stroke of things I should never do.

The sound of rain numbs my ears and all I can see is black.

And then the moonlight through the blinds.

All is the same.

Except for me.

Those times in the dark have forever changed me.