I look at the ceiling
My eyelids feeling heavy
Like an empty canvas, I close my eyes and dream of a painting
As my heart is filled with nothing but envy
A greedy dream from a sloth's perspective
A dream world as harmonious and abstractive
I raise my hands to take my imagination into an embrace
Like the pride of one's self, releasing the ego in disgrace
What a boring world
I take the book of my fantasies, an escape from the plain life
A taste of freedom like a bird in the skies, like an endless lust for adventure to keep me safe
And I flip a page because the world is a cage
I want to run away
I shout inside the lonesome empty room
The warth washing over me like the light of the moon
I throw away the book and look up at the boring white ceiling
The gluttony of freedom still lingering in my mind without healing
I want to live
I cry on my pillow like a child, because I don't have much time
As my eyes shut close, I let my mind come to a stop
I don't wanna die