In the black of night, staring down the clock,
Each tick a reminder, of time I've lost.
On death row, serving out my time,
Life flashing passed, it's a cruel pantomime.

Counting bleating sheep, begging for sleep,
But my mind's on a loop, spiralling into the deep.
Jagged cracks of light, leaky blinds betray,
Morning's arrival, please not another day.