Waiting -

Caught inside a snowstorm, tucked behind my collar

I know, I know

You say your love is back home, so tease a little I’ll go

You know, you know

It’s a symphony of sorrow, misery & cum

Inside this dark mind, I am so hopeful

But this silence is violence;

cut me open

And you can look into my soul like a porthole

But you’ll burn me up & spit me out

I’m caught inside this rat race;

pressing up on my frame

Hear me!

Can you hear me?

You’re caught inside my pleura darling;

My pleasure and my harming

And inside this dark mind, I am so hopeful

But this silence is violence, you cut me open

And you can glide into my soul like an angel up

And off the walls at an angle

I am waiting

I am waiting for the ground to swallow me down