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The Longest Hour Waiting

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The longest hour waiting
With a torture chamber inside
Curiosity is killing me before
The truth takes me on the ride

Am looking down at my hands,
Fingers Itsy witsy spidering
I donít want to tell her the news
I wish to give her the ring

Sitting uncomfortably
Between legs I see my fallen tears
Losing myself or leaving her
I cant tell the most I fear

I knew my head was fucked up
Since I was exposed to this weirdness
But never really expect
My brain to die with this darkness

I selfishly sympathize myself
My mind tries to convince me
To accept the worse

My detached soul
Making stats of my

Sins

Popping up one after another
One uglier than the other

They didn't show up like this
In my last confession

My mind said, play the priest
So I intentionally betrayed
My conscience


But today,
Itís too late to pray for anything

After all the poking of those nasty fucking needles
In my skin, but I heard them say all this be needless

Useless

Helpless

But I canít be hopeless

I feel like the little boy I was
Waiting after school
For my mom to pick me up

Looking at the strange faces

Is she here yet?
Is she here yet?

Watching that sliding door
For my doctor to bring it

The good, the bad or the worse
Letís just get over with it

Just
Get
Over
With
It
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dejure
Written by dejure (vick)
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