What purpose does a suffering entity serve?

"What purpose does a suffering entity serve? II"
01/01/17

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What purpose does a suffering entity serve
Building on energy to see nothing emerge?
There's only one question to end the fire in me,
Do I turn the music up or turn it off entirely?

I'm not blind to the burning in your heart,
I know it's there because I saw it start
In my own.
A long time ago.
I no longer conquer on adrenaline alone.

I hear the tone as the clock and its voices present me my choices.
The time that was missed we cannot regain,
You're weaker now that you've done it again.
Woken at three I'd always believed.
I'd come alive with the dreams I conceived.
Memories fade and loved ones fleet
As your heart takes its last beat
The last thing you saw was the hospital door
Furthermore, it's dead on four
You don't believe in dreams anymore.
Time goes on as you make your run
Away from the sun and into the night
For you have no use for the air or the light.

I scream and shout, I want to stay out.
Head splitting cries as the hand slashes five
I almost forgot I'm no longer alive.
Dad waits up and is worried sick
Observing the watch that reads him six.
He doesn't know I'm in a realm like this
Where time goes by so freakishly quick.
We haven't slept for hundreds of years,
We lack the need to, our time is near.

I operate on substance, others on lies,
You never believe the tears in my eyes.
You saw me burn, I felt you slip.
Please don't take me back to the ship
That sunk my heart, we grew apart
For it is lodged in a place that is way too far
To reach
You've nothing to teach.
As the chimes strike me seven
I learn my lesson
Though not one you projected
Subliminally unprotected.

It's only eight but It's far too late
You've already stumbled and sealed your fait
Hearts try to stimulate
The waters to flow
But they'll never show
To save the ship that I once built
Which is now a pile of gorey guilt.

The time on earth is apparently nine
But I wouldn't know as I'm strictly refined
To a place impossible to feel alive,
A galaxy of vision where everyone's blind.
No neurons or stems yet a huge piece of mind.

I think the clock reads ten but I can't be sure,
I don't possess the ability to see anymore.
As we enter another spectrum of time,
There's a new chance to put our demons in line.
To flea. It wouldn't be such a bad idea,
Don't plea, after all they're only whispers in your ear.
It's only a clock, you can make it stop,
It can't be felt next to the hell in your nerves.
So I must ask again universe,
What purpose does a suffering entity serve?