Eyelids heavy

Breathing slowly

Bed is ready

Sleep is holy



Vision hazy

Colors blury

Mind is lazy

And full of worry



Heart is busy

Stuck on you

Tongue is fizzy

From words true



Bones are brittle

Skin is weak

Life is little

Memory bleak



Fallen angels

Around my bed

Losing braincells

From my head



Completely aware

But fully insane

Soul is rare

As well as brain



No longer last long

Their life is gone

No they've passed on