3 A.M. I muffle my ears to deafen the shrieking sounds of silence. Calm ambiance trigger intentions of malicious violence. Melancholic alcoholics usually carry such strong spirits, go figure. While I carry my Buddhist piece locked and loaded, safety on the trigger. My conscience soars into flight, as if the ground was falling. Ones actions are clearly heard without a voice, this is my calling. If you haven't noticed yet I'm not working with a full deck, please do not get caught in my shuffle. Just like the title said, I wrote this 3 a.m., so take it easy on me and enjoy.