Waiting for Her to Kill Herself - Venerea

I’m waiting for her to kill herself

There’s nothing I can do

I’m waiting for her to kill herself

How could I stay away?

I want to be close

As close as it gets

She lets me

I make her weaker

But she lets me try to save her

I’m waiting for her to kill herself

I treasure every day

Can’t believe her patience with this mediocre world

This formulated chaos into which we are hurled

I’ve made peace with my one track mind

I choose what I see and leave spots blind

She gets the picture all the time

And the cracked wall behind

The termites are baying for blood

The worms are baying for blood

The birds are baying for blood

The moon is begging for blood

She never cries, barely sleeps

She’s laughing all the way

I’ll never make it right

I’m waiting for her to kill herself

I treasure every day

I face down every night