Night comes around and I linger in my bedroom, waiting for something to come.
I glance out my window and watch as the moon glistens, bright and eerie.
I smile, turning slowly around I smile, the moonlight pouring into my room from my bedroom window. Pouring light over my body I smile.
Waiting, in silence.
Waiting, in patience.
I wait, until the time comes.
Waiting for the judge to sentence me to death.
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