• I walk across frost bitten roads to my presonal asylum. I sit in the dark rooms in my lonely chair, brainwashed enough to die on.

    I cry for the solitude of my home while they torcher me internally to the marrow. I ponder suicide while I'm expected to return tommorow.

    My eyes drift uneasily while they pierce with a thousand knives. I cry on, screaming t'ill my body can handle no more.(Until I can see light)

    I gaze upon the one clock; Tick-tock-tick-tock. I lose my sanity I watched vigoursly for it to stop.

    Tick-tock-Tick-tock; I can't go on my eyes start to bulge and my breath starts to get hot.

    And then at 3:13 I sigh a sigh that releases the pain and anxiety. I wander home ready for my next torcher of society.

    Until it finally, finally stops. Tick-tock-tick-tock.