The Watch

I wakened on my hot hard bed, upon the pillow lay my head
Beneath the pillow I could hear my little watch was ticking clear
I thought the throbbing of it went like my continual discontent
I thought it said with every tick
I am so sick, so sick, so sick
Oh death come quick, come quick, come quick
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick

I lay upon my dampened bed, the rhythm throbbing through my head
I reached around but couldn't find a watch at all of any kind
And sweat was beading on my brow, the ticking growing louder now
I heard it say with every tick
I am so sick, so sick, so sick
Oh death come quick, come quick, come quick
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick

With groping hands along the wall, I felt beneath the bed and all
And every timepiece ever made was in my head and there they stayed
And as my eyes drew closed again, I slipped into oblivion
And still I heard with every tick
I am so sick, so sick, so sick
Oh death come quick, come quick, come quick
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick

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