I wake up.

It is 6:20 AM.

I unexpectedly fall asleep.

I wake up again.

It is 6:47 AM.

I hurry to get ready.

So I don't miss the bus.

It is 7:08 and the bus arrives.

She is 4 minutes late.

As is every day.

A boy sits in my favorite seat.

I curse him from the bottom of my soul.

The ride takes till 7:15.

The school doors open and the scent of death.

It fills my lungs.

It is not the death of bodies but of souls.

My soul light flickers.

I have fun with my friends.

For 15 minutes.

It is 1st period when my light starts to fade.

The teacher wants to do the lesson with the class.

She takes too long and my light flickers.

I go ahead and finish early.

It is 2nd period.

This class is too easy.

It is boring.

My light flickers again.

It is 3rd period.

Not as dull.

But my teacher is overworking us.

It is German grammar.

My light dims.

4th period is lunch.

My salvation.

The tourniquet to my madness.

My light brightens.

My light is still just a glow in the darkness.

Picture if you will, a little boat on a river.

On that boat, a candle to ward off evil spirits.

And ensure that boat a safe trip.

You are on the boat.

The candle is my light.

You are in my soul.

You look at the river and behold, the river is blood.

My light is not bright enough to defeat the dark.

Not enough to win.

Just enough to not lose.

Just enough to keep you barely sane.

It is 5th period.

My teacher has no two tones just one dull tone.

Just one.

We are taking notes on WW2.

I look out the window.

It is partly cloudy.

The kind of sky that comforts my darkness.

Comforts my madness.

I am solemn.

We are only taking notes.

My light flickers again.

Soon my light will dim.

Soon my light will fade.

Throwing you to insanity.

Can you feel it?

The hands of darkness closing on you.

The hands of my darkness' lord, Lord Satanas.

Threatening to choke off your life.

Wanting to throw you to insanity.

It is 6th period, biology.

We are taking notes here too.

Only after, we worked on a packet.

This class is always boring.

My light dims.

7th period was different today.

It is entertaining.

My light brightens.

Then it is boring.

My light dims.

8th period is art.

Art is unpredictable.

My light could either brighten or die.

Your journey on the little boat is almost done.

You can see Satan's hands.

Closer than ever.

Heh, Heh, Heh.

You cling to your sanity so tightly.

Or will you...

No.

Possibly.

Dare you let go.

Dare you surrender to insanity.

To darkness?

The day is over.

You've made your journey.

My light did not die.

However, every day holds new surprises.

I hope I didn't frighten you too much.

Will you risk another ride?

Another day?

Another chance at insanity?

Till then.