Sitting here staring at the clock
All the rage inside I try to block.
My soul is in a pit of fire.
Burning with a fuel so ire.
Love and joy is frozen in an icy tomb.
And darkness has began to consume.
Consuming my mind, body, and soul.
Swallowing my entire being up whole.
Devastation will only be left in its wake.
I have to fight for control for my own sake.
If I dont I know Ill surely die.
Goto hell and eternally fry.
Sitting here staring at the clock.
As the darkness continues to mock.
Seeing I have no dignity nor any pride.
For tears of hate is all Ive cried.
I see how angry and cold Ive grown.
Its the only thing my darkness has shown.
Pushing away those who truely care.
Because its only my cross to bare.
With this Im destined to be alone.
Into my darkness Ive been thrown.
Wanting Death to put me in the ground.
For my lunacy has become unbound.
So I sit here staring at the clock.
Waiting for that final tick-tock.
Come Death, take me from this place.
Let me see your grim bony face.
