Time tics.
What happens when you wait for something and it never comes?
What happens when your own mind turns against you?
What happens when you life no longer holds merit?
People, things, and money no longer peak your interest.
In a permanent state of depression.
Holding onto a dream of better.
Is it all that we are, to dream of the future?
Why am I the catalyst for disaster?
Why can no one love the discontent person I am.
Why will no one answer my questions?
I am haunted by the things I cannot forgive and forget.
And I'm shown no sympathy or compassion.
Pitty for me... no. Pitty for humanity.
Time tics and in the dark, I am a saint.