Though I lay in bed,
Wanting somewhere else instead.
My feet have no rest,
Planted on a single quest.
My hands they shake,
Whenever I seem to wake.
Bitten by a wicked thought,
Horrid things it then brought.
My eyes do not close,
Planted there forever froze.
My ears hear one sound,
A fake heartbeat from the ground.
My heart is larger yet fading,
As these times continue wading.
Though I lay in bed,
Wanting somewhere else instead.
I call myself to still.