The Final Hour

I been sitting in the dark for such a long time, and can honestly say I haven't seen a star in awhile, and I keep trying to forget and to shut the voices down.

I keep hoping that one day I will close my eyes and move to a better place, far away from this hell, and from this walls that close me off from the rest of the world .

I am a victim of the flesh, slave to emotions, prisoner to my own desires, scrubbing my hands trying to get rid of this stains, rid of the past that hunts me down.

I wait patiently for the final hour to come, for that one specific moment when I stop been me and become something different from anything else in this world.