I don't have much time...

Time is running out...
Sins....crawl back at my door...
They knock..n keep knocking d door...

Time is running out...
Sorry...I beg for forgiveness...
Of all the mistakes and wrongdoings...

Time is running out...
Healing...I'm uncertain of it...
Not even the placebo effect...

Time is running out...
Weak...these joints r weak...
Moving seems impossible...

Time is running out...
Pills...they look d same...
White, pale blue and dark brown...

Time is running out...
Meal...it's hard to swallow...
Can't even pass thru my chest...

Time is running out...
Prayers...can't stand still...
Can't even get up if I fall...

Time is running out...
Vomit...is my new friend...
He's dark and strong, thick and slimy...

Time is running out...
Friends...they seem so distant...
I miss them, really...

then, I wake up in silence..
have this irremovable thought..
as I realize..I don't have much time.