In my bed, I lie
Trying to fall in slumber
Mind's keeping track of time
How long do I ponder?

In my bed, I weep
Recognizing the moron in me
I toss, turn and flip
As tears are drowning me

In my bed, I think
How I betrayed someone's trust
Someone who gives no wink
To subtle call of lust

In my bed, I sit
Holding a pen, I'm writing
Words I can't rhyme, Shit!
Composed three in the morning

In my bed, I die
Leaving my body to rot
Holding a pen. . .