4 A.M. Awakening

My vision went blurry 

It was like royal herringbone

So I threw myself off the top of a cliff 

I did it because I couldn't stand

Slowly dying

The notorious thought cripples me 

Every time I wake from sleep

I'm reminded I'm mortal

So I thank the night 

Then I slumber, cold as stone 

Sewn into a bizarre fantasy 

I ignore the fourth dimension

I act like my life is perfect

But it isn't

Suddenly I'm despondent.