Morphine

(one month locked up in a hospital) 
Rest easy foes for tonight my eyes will close 
I always held my tongue assuming tomorrow would always come 
But another day has passed, I still cant see the end 
What wrong turn led me to his end? 
Woke up, quenching razors again 
These faces are not my friend 
Dodging trains in my sleep 
Days as long as years beyond belief 
The authors of the prophecies are dead and gone 
The authors of your epitaph have just been born 
Your deathbed is not a wishing well