Stuck in this place where only the illest of minds could trace. Obsessed with the angst fueling my darkened desires. It seems to be the only way to light my fire these days. I burn to feel. Feel nothing at all. The clock slowly fades the seconds to minutes to hours and still I am stuck in this place where only the illest can trace. The obsession. Devoted to angst. My demons slave. I make them work overtime. Punching the clock with no breaks. Tick tock. Eating away at my mind.