The Clock

Tick... tock... tick... tock... tick... tock... The seconds hand moved at an impressive rate. Who knows if it's going fast or slow anymore; time just happens to be passing.
How long have I been here? Looking around gives me no satisfaction. There is only one object in this room along with me. A small clock above the doorframe. The walls are painted black and there are no windows to aid my sight. I can't see what time it is, I can just hear the ticking. It's insufferable. At first I attempted to count the seconds. When did I start? When did I stop? It's no matter to me, honestly. This sensory deprevation and isolation from everything has given me time to think.
Entire operas created in my head just for me.
Thousands of short stories, I can recall at a moments notice.
Existential crisis' that others deal with daily.
Everything in my head is organized perfectly.
Nothing can surprise me anymore. I have played through countlessly every likely scenario thousands of times. I am ready for anything and everything.
Tick... tock... tick... tock... tick... tock... It's deafening. Monotonous. Meaningless. Millions of seconds have passed by already, and millions more will. There is no more point to living, yet there is no sweet death I can surrender to. I am cursed for an eternity, forced into this chamber, with no escape. My eyes close.

There is screaming
There is fire
I am in control
I am a God
You are nothing beneath me
No one's power can compare to my own

Tick... tock... tick... tock... tick... tock...
Eyes open, I realize that I am a fool. There is no great prize you get for destroying everything there ever was, and everything that ever will be. There is no satisfaction knowing that I am the last life out there. I am so...
Tick... tock... tick... tock... tick... tock...