Why wait in darkness and stillness I thought
When my mind is a garden waiting to see the thoughts that complot
As I stare into the void of colorless nothing
My mind is filled with gore vigor and cunning

Such purity flushed so swiftly into this abyss
Known not what horrible plots are amiss
I know that my thoughts can ****
So I tame my demons, hold my breath and sit still

My head is broken down; thoughts like a disease
Know not if I will survive to tell you this with ease
My mentality is everything but complete
The demons the haunt my mind are truly elite

My time is short and so ends my wait
This clock is dead and now approaches my fate
Shall I meet another come time to traverse
The answer lies within the poetic deadly verse

Now I know my purpose, my role
I must find within me the life that I stole
My demons rage on in this boxed crate
For I am the one who is stuck in the wait.