The Moral Limit

My nights will cease from ending.
So I have been told;
so I lied down, hours spending,
listening to my me(n)tal-orgasmic songs.

"Wake up, wake up",
this voice said to me,
"your time is now up;
a few moments left before death overwhelms thee"...

I stopped the song from playing,
for I know that every moment it plays
I've a moment less to keep on living.

The music stopped its play
but the moments kept down-counting;
slowly down to the point, where forever my vanity shall lay