It's now gone four in the morning
The dreams will offer no warning
Ghosts from the distant past
The clouds in my head, shall remain overcast
My visions only proffer things bleak
Seemingly seconds, have become a week
Time now accelerating, to the speed of light
As night becomes day, and day becomes twilight
How quickly time vanishes, whilst i lay on my bed
At the blink of an eye, i'll one day soon, wake up dead
As with horror, i'll find ive aged twenty years
And they'll be no-one at my funeral, to shed any tears
As all my writings, will be casually cast aside, and into the abyss
As i join it, a nightmare of a life, gone all amiss
by Jemia