Sleep

Time slows The clocks ticking comes to a close Every keystroke Just echoes Looking down upon your hands Your flickering vision Seems to dance Lay yourself down to sleep Just drift into those peaceful dreams The attempt to resist the night Comes to a halt As your body seems to die That gun goes off in your mind As the blackness flows through your eyes Your hands Your desk It all goes bye-bye The sudden shock Of mornings light rays Pierces the black walls That shrouds your eyes You open them and color fills But there is still no answer to the question all seek The one where death is the only key The question is Am I awake? Or asleep?