In this cell I've been waiting

without knowing the sentence

Without knowing the time

that time heals all wounds has turned out to be but a blatant laughing stock by the ones outside

It's at this very moment

I am sure that time is real,

for I've been yearning for it to release me

circles, it's going in circles

along with a ticking sound

they birth this mocking rhythm

Time, a stubborn entity that just won't move towards me so the hurt can't escape the pores of my beaten body

so let me rot

just let me rot

in a cell of the end of happiness

in a cell with no end of time

let my pores inflate

let me not escape

let me forever wonder when my watch will stop

knowing well it never could