Final Hook (7)

Three a.m. glow
burning holes through my skull
scroll till it hurts
just to feel half numb

Notifications silent
but my brain won’t quit
living in a blue-white coffin
built of clicks and counterfeit

Drop the phone on the nightstand
swear I’m done for good this round
but I know that little buzz
will drag my dead ass back
from the ground

Till I break that glass addiction
and let the night be night
three a.m. glow keeps calling
like a cheap low dirty burn