Horizontal three am
Curtains drawn barricaded in
Lack of water by my side
With gaze cast upwards and eyes wide
Darkness clings on to the ceiling
I can move it I have tried
But it just comes back the next night
There's no hope still
Just take this pill
Are you still ill
Just take this
Plates and bowls they pock the room
Carpet of clothes lists loosely strewn
This crepuscular reprieve
Brings on corpuscular relief
It lingers now just out of sight
Within each heavy still in mind
A vision of a thousand silent staring eyes
There's no hope still
Just take this pill
Are you still ill
Just take this
Sleep it away
Never decay
Slipping away
Under the waves
It seems the world will rot away
Around me as I'm stuck in place
Though I just can't shake off the feeling
Water drips down from the ceiling
A thousand bottles in the sea
Sinking down immersed in sleep
Cloying dampness start to choke
Around me now
The greatest joke
