Hands Of Time

The hands of time
turn so slow i can't hear
while I'm watching them move
on this sunken-in couch
my head propped up
on the pillow my mom made
i sit up, bend down to sniff in that last pack
then i fall to the ground and watch the digital clock now
one digit... two digit... three...
this is to long for me
five years of this crap and it finally takes me away
but not so soon like God said:

"let you suffer and see what you've done has not only hurt you but its also hurt me"

my eyes won't close
shot wide open like hawks
can't move my head
only my eyeballs instead
those hands of time
just won't move now
i can't feel my feet, now my knees and my legs
feels like forever but only ten minutes
eyes start to shut and my breath getting lighter
with the one last breathe i could only urge out:

"Dear God, what have I done?"