Nausea

Once again i feel well
But too weak to do anything
But think or taste the taste
Left in my mouth
I can't even drink or sleep
And then i feel that acid
Green-yellow thing coming
Up my throat

The lack of sleep
Anesthetized me,
But at least i taste
Or feel no more

My eyes, close them, close them, close them, close me
And now

Puke, wait, puke, wait, puke, wait, puke, wait to puke, sleep
Goddamn 4 a.m. in the morning,
I notice the fading dark through the window
I'm so tired that thoughts

Are only random collections of words
Which occasionally make sense
Not cold but numb, now
Words lost sense, i can only wait

And then wait
For what? i forgot

Goddamn half past 4 the time i can perceive no more
Goddamn half past 4 the time that tries to kill with love