No sleep, can't speak, knees weak, tryin'a see.
Good Day, Good Lord, Early Morning, Long Stored.
Been waiting, anticipating. now it comes, one large sum.
Days are numbered, i waste on slumber.
Can't smell, can't hear. Quickly, instill fear.
Keep on living, lovely earth. One more day, what's life worth?
The end is coming, i'm surely doomed.
All terminal sinners, eternally subdued.
So, take us from here and make our slates clear.

5-25-10