I wake up.

through curtainless windows Sunlight blinds.

The pain in my eyes slowly reminds

of the struggle that keeps me in my binds.

I wake up.

Sluggish, weak, thirsty, bleak.

Throwing my legs without a shriek

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leaving this bed without technique.

I woke up.

Sitting in front of this white screen,

wondering where I would've otherwise been

were it not for the things I've seen.

I woke up.

It's been hours now, sunlight fading.

My mind is slowly degrading,

emptiness cascading.

I woke up.

Conciousness is hard to keep.

Slowly I am counting sheep.

But before I start, I fall asleep.

Tomorrow is another day,

abyss is slowly growing.

Happiness keeps it at bay,

luckily the growth is slowing.