i sit at the table unwlling unable to move so much as a inch just me alone and the clock tick ticking on the wall the pencil and paper are my only freads my mind is running faster then light im new to the worlds deppressive delights bring me out of this state that im in if only for a while let some light shine in but there is no light iv sat here deep into the night thinking and drinking my deppressive delights just a man at the table unwilling unable a pencile a paper and the ticking on the wall.