The Watch

I wakened on my hot hard bed, upon the pillow lay my head.
 Beneath the pillow I could hear my little watch was ticking clear.
 I thought the throbbing of it went like my continual discontent.
 I thought it said with every tick:
 I am so sick, so sick;
 Oh death come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick,
 Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick.

 I lay upon my dampened bed, the rhytm throbbing through my head,
 I reached around but couldn't find a watch at all of any kind.
 And swear was beading on my brow, the ticking growing louder now,
 I heard it say with every tick,
 I am so sick, so sick;
 Oh death come quick, come quick, come quick,
 Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick.

 With groping bands along the wall, I felt the bed beneath, and all
 And every timepiece ever made was in my head and there they stayed.
 And as my eyes drew closed again I slipped into oblivion.
 And still I heard with every tick,
 I am so sick, so sick;
 Oh death come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick,
 Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick.