I've lost my brain, and in quite some pain,
But I need a chilled glass of drink.
Maybe if I can try, before I'm done and dry,
I can start the process to think.
Teeth exposed doesn't mean a smile,
As I'm sure you can tell.
I'm just minutes away from rotting,
The rest is already in hell.
Well occasionally I think I'm dead,
Maybe this is another nightmare.
I'll wake up in a pool of piss,
With a colorless face to stare.
The thing is when inside a dream,
There's no off switch, a pity.
I will at least die in a minute,
And then be back in reality.
