Borrowed time and dying love
He craves an answer from above
He  sits with himself alone
Curled up on his bed with his phone
He stares at the bright screen
Wondering what it could mean
He is lost
He gazes at the falling frost
A harsh wind blows
He forgets all he knows
The warm touch of sunshine
The laughs of a good time.
He hides in a cocoon of sheets
Mindlessly checking status updates and tweets
He wishes for a sign
To see everything fine.
He soon falls asleep
Falling into forests dark and deep.