Waiting… In vain is what comes to mind. In wanting what I think is right. In loving to be loved the same. In hating for everybody to agree. In missing you while you are still here. To say what I feel that which you already know. To grow a day older…to grow up. I’m tired!!!
Lying in the dark, Waiting for the light. The sun never rose, And the days intertwine. The void that grows, Gets wider all the time, And I’m lying here, Waiting, waiting for you. You, You are my light, You are
Under the gaze of bald beliefs a warped dialect becomes a squeezer. Helplessly I watch the slashing of my wrists. Darkness burns, without light only intense heat. The expected miracle digs in around, in trenches of my knees. I become