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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 don’t 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,
It’s 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 can’t 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
Let’s just get over with it
Just
Get
Over
With
It
.
.
.
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 don’t 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,
It’s 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 can’t 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
Let’s just get over with it
Just
Get
Over
With
It
.
.
.
Published 26th Sep 2015
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