Gates Of Hell

It seems such a long time, this short yet long wait.
Such a torture my mind has to suffer going through all of this pain.
Seconds like hours, minutes like days,
hours like weeks while I am here and I stay.
Staring at gates I cannot now trespass,
hoping thy mind isn't suffering like mine which seems to as a must,
and so my agony follows as these laws enjoy this lust.
Eyes are watching us both,
we're in the same building but heading to two different worlds,
while men in uniforms divide the land of the different lords,
making, as this time now passes, agony grow worst and worst.
As my windows condense,
salty drops look to strangers like merely nonsense.
Please don't go. Please stay,
that's what my mind keeps saying,
but my hands let you go and now it's too late.
I miss you. I do,
just the thought of an ocean between us makes me wanna puke,
all I had is now gone, all I want is now through...
these gates of hell that keep me from seeing you.