22:22

I stare at the ceiling, seeing halos made of cigarette smoke, holy ghosts choking inside motel lungs

22 22 blinking like a prophet trapped inside cheap electronics, motherfucker tell me why numbers follow me like disciples

My shadow got holes in it, leaking prayers and whiskey on the bathroom tiles

I made a church from broken speakers, every bassline sounding like a funeral marching through my ribcage

Bitch I been crucified by memories dressed in perfume and velvet thighs

She kissed my scars like scripture, then vanished into static skies

Now every mirror got a mouth, every reflection calling me Judas under fluorescent light

I hear angels fucking in abandoned stairwells, moaning psalms through rusted pipes

I keep dead roses in the freezer, trying to preserve the smell of goodbye

Momma said heaven watches sinners, but heaven been real silent while my soul got robbed at knifepoint

Motherfucker I danced with demons wearing all white suits, looking cleaner than the pastors on television

Their teeth looked like communion wafers, their tongues tasted like lies dipped in honey

Every text unread feels like another nail through the palms of my patience

Every voicemail sounds underwater, drowning inside oceans made from regret and cheap vodka

I let a whore sleep inside my apocalypse, her heartbeat sounding like police sirens behind apartment walls

She called me beautiful while stealing pieces of my sanity with manicured hands

I got ash on my hoodie, blood in my thoughts, lust crawling through my bloodstream like snakes in Eden

Tell me why suffering feels holy sometimes

Tell me why destruction got softer lips than salvation

Tell me why the devil always knows my government name when I enter the room

Fuck I was born with storm clouds in my lungs

Every breath sounding like thunder trapped in a coffin

My father taught me silence like it was sacred doctrine

Now I weaponize quietness, make entire rooms nervous without saying shit

There’s a cemetery behind my eyelids

Every grave got a version of me that almost survived

One still believes in love

One still writes her name in notebooks

One still thinks God answers back after midnight

The rest just rot beautifully beneath moonlight

I watched my friends become strangers wearing familiar skin

Watched innocence overdose inside bathroom stalls

Watched ambition turn into cocaine residue on glass tables

Watched rich motherfuckers sell fake hope to poor kids with bleeding dreams

And I still smiled for cameras

Still posted captions like my spirit wasn’t hanging from electrical wires

Still flirted with death like she was a dancer in red lipstick

Still opened my chest for people who only came to steal organs from the wreckage

Sometimes I think pain is the only honest language left

Everything else sounds rehearsed

Love sounds monetized

Faith sounds sponsored

Even grief got filters now

So at 22 22 I lit candles around my bedroom like a ritual

Phone on airplane mode, heart on self destruct

I let the darkness sit beside me like an old friend fresh out prison

We shared silence thicker than cathedral walls

Then the clock kept blinking

22 22 22

Like the universe trying to confess something through digital code

Like God and Satan both dialing my number at the same fucking time

I laughed so hard tears started falling on the carpet

Not sadness

Not happiness

Just exhaustion wearing expensive cologne

Just a soul too tired to keep pretending resurrection comes easy

My chest felt hollow as abandoned churches in winter

Cold enough to hear my own heartbeat echo back delayed

I whispered forgive me to nobody

And somehow the room still answered amen