This bed is haunting
Taunting my every move as if it knows I want to sleep
But right now I’m having a little trouble breathing, I’m heaving
And grasping for some air and I’m having this burning feeling
I’m try not to believe that this is happening
I’m panicking
Acting frantically
I’m staggering to my deathbed but only to collapse
A relapse of memory has made me forget
I’m about to be dead
My vision is blurring
My speech is slurring
Like I was drunk but I could remember what had happen
Here I lay on the floor
My mom comes in the door
My last word is bye and I can’t say anymore
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