On white sheets fitted tight
Merging the day with night
Sunbeams are just flickers
Of fluorescent lights
Under white ceiling skies
Alone he lies
In a common bed
That is the best he could get
Sunken chest, pointy chin
Feeling alien in his own skin
An old man awaken from life dreams
No more hallucinations
Free from all earth temptations
Heat and cold waves come as the tide
He is ready, eyes are open wide
A sudden shiver
The pain is gone
Sensation of flight
Oblivion, darkness, light