• Sitting by the window
    Time slowly passes.
    What is it I’m waiting for?
    The answer to that eludes me.
    And yet, I still wait.
    I grow impatient.
    I move to leave when I see something.
    Something dark and evil.
    I open the window.
    The darkness consumes me.
    I now know what I am waiting for.
    I am waiting for eternal damnation.