Staring at my ceiling
Laying down and thinking
Maybe I am high I got time before 5
Come and see me in my bedroom
Turning to my window to see the lighting flash and thunder boom
It doesn’t threaten me, I just stare at the moon
But my eyes are closed
Time to get reacquainted with the time I sold
First thing I see is 1:03
I guess the doctor wasn’t lying to me
He said “You got till five before the sickness takes over”
Eversince I got home, I just slumped my shoulders and stayed very quiet
How can I be sad for something that hasn’t happened yet
I toss and turn night after night
I can feel my body losing all of its might
Right now, I’m just sick and bored
I can’t see the light or my bedroom door
Turn back and now it greets met with 2:30
Time goes fast and it sure isn’t pretty
Especially with death looming overhead like a tick timing clock that says stay in bed
But I cannot stay down I got to do something
If I just lay here I’ll be a huge space of nothing
3:41, 4:52, only eight minutes left, afterwards I have no clue
I barely have the energy to keep my eyes open
My life is over in mere seconds
That’s when my clock beeped and I saw 4:59
Goodbye world, time for me to pass from this life
My sight goes then comes back again
Why am I back in my room and able to stand?
One last time, I look to see 5:04
And then I see my bedroom door
