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, so sick
 Oh death come quick, come quick, come quick
 Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick
 I lay upon my dampened bed, the rhythm throbbing through my head
 I reached around but couldn't find a watch at all of any kind
 And sweat was beading on my brow, the ticking growing louder now
 I heard it say with every tick
 I am so sick, so sick, so sick
 Oh death come quick, come quick, come quick
 Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick
 With groping hands along the wall, I felt beneath the bed 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, so sick
 Oh death come quick, come quick, come quick
 Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick