Working early sucks.

Soon, jarring me out of sleep the sound will come

Three hours have I: no more

Time will pass, sleep or no sleep

Pausing for nothing, no; not even I

3am will come, the Dark Hour of the night

One hour left, attempting to flee this world

Holding conciousness at bay just a little longer

Fleeting, it slips through my grasp

Tick...the silence before my sonic storm