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Time ticks by slow as I wait,

Wanting to escape this place of boredom,

Eyeing the clock regularly so I can see my fate,

Wondering if this is the end, and if it's doom.



Biding my time idly but still in a loss,

Time seems to stand still in this hour,

Thoughts and feelings invade me as the desks grow moss,

Sprouting out here and there with a flower.



Calmness takes me away, where I become miles away,

My shell left behind, dead and useless,

Serenity isn’t so far gone,

My soul felt it out through meditation and incense.



Color so vibrant and full of life,

Objects so elegant and graceful,

I know it won't last long, soon I will expire,

To be pulverized in the eternal fires of the sinful.



As my last breath escapes, I fade away,

To the shadows, where darkness takes me

What am I to do? Escape? There is no escape.

How can I flee when I can't see?



All this isolation and emptiness leaves me bitter and cold,

Filled with no desire to feel,

My soul slowly being eaten, turning old,

My heart beats one last time as I kneel.



Death takes me, my soul lost forever,

The pain I would never forget,

The torture in damnation did not feel that bad ever,

I would sit through that, than ever go through that torment.