• 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.
    I wait, until the time comes.
    Waiting for the judge to sentence me to death.