As I sit here...waiting

I don't know what's real anymore

Ten years

Twelve years...

Everything

Everything is unbearable

When you're alone

A whisper is a hurricane

What is pain?

If there is a G-d

Why does he create things

That desire, and need and want

With time limits and restraints.

I'm running out of time...

There must be a way, to skip to the end

Good Lord i'm tired.

What sort of penance is this?

What did I do

To deserve this?

I think I've decided to run to the end

To spite you.

How dare you make me

How dare you make me like this

And leave me.

I'll run to the end

So I can spit in your face.

I'm no coward

I'll do my time