I spend my days waiting, but for what? A release. Release from this almost never ending torture called life. Longing in desire for sweet agony to let me go so that I may be free. From the cursed thoughts and memories that wreak havoc on my mind. All I seek is emptiness to longer have to feel. Ha, oh but bitter reality will not let go of its hold upon me. It tempts me holding my hearts truest wish just out of reach. And so I give up, for what is the point in trying to gain that which cannot be obtained. I will just sit an bide my time soaking in the corruption around me till deaths welcome caress comes for me to set me free at last... till then I will continue the wretched game called waiting.
