Eighteen Nights

Wake in a cold sweat, trying to catch my breath
Fingers pressed against my neck searching for a pulse
Bloodshot eyes from the minutes of rest
All the strength to get out of bed

Eighteen nights

They ask how he stays so strong in passing
Beneath these eyes, you’d see you’re wrong

Eighteen nights, after night, after night, no rest

Clinical research to advance
A potential antidote for this condition
Lab rat with nothing to lose
Signed at the bottom
In hopes of a breakthrough

Eighteen days go by with the imagery
On the back of my eyelids engraved
A film reel left spinning in time, the same visual held in my mind
Now the memories confined

Up the dosage to keep my head composed
Both delusions and passion now minimal
A constant hum while trying to sleep
Another capsule to put the mind to ease

Eighteen hours now stagnant in this room
Staring blankly at the ceiling
Feels like there’s nothing to lose

Take me to my tomb
Waiting for deaths cold hands
Take me to my tomb

Completely lost my sense of time
No contrast between the day and night
Unrecognized even to my eyes

In this dying wake, I’ve exposed all
Discords to this day as null

Eighteen, eighteen days
Share with me, the horizon of relief

Share with me
Open arms waiting for my arrival
Share with me
Embrace the horizon of relief

Bestill, my weight

Affter the meds left my system
This anxiety starts to creep in
Just when I thought the burden was gone
I’m back at square one
Completely lost my sense of time
No contrast between these eighteen nights

Eighteen days go by with the imagery
Engraved on the back of my mind