Nausea کے بول

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