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The Wait
How long must this go on?
Endlessly waking just to sleep
Living just to meet our end
Death waiting patiently to reap
I do not want to close my eyes
For when they open once again
I'll be pulled by hidden ties
Back to this unforgiving trend
They bind me to this cycle,
Seek to rob me of my time
May my hands never be idle
May I not step out of line
These shackles bind my feet
As another grudging day I meet
I wish to sit but I must stand
Wading waste deep through quicksand
I know we all must face the pressure
But my heart breaks beyond all measure
While I wish for only pleasure
My whims bare weight of just a feather
They treat us all the same,
Though the same we are not
They teach us there is shame
If we can't keep up with the lot
No one will care to hear if I even try complain
I suppress these foolish tears, and weakly hide the pain
I store it all away, knowing one day I will break
The tension building up inside, until peace I forsake
The longer this goes on, I fear that I will be consumed
Truly though, deep down I wish that it would happen soon
The moment when I cry "I can't take this anymore!"
All sanity shall die, and I know not what lies in store
I see visions of disaster
Met by my own precious laughter
Eyes that show no sign of reason
As I create such artful lesions
These thoughts run freely through my mind,
Help me endure this loathsome grind
I leave all other thought behind
And ponder what my future finds
Once I've become stretched so thin
I snap is when the fun begins
But for now I wait and bleed
Planting my own feral seeds.
Endlessly waking just to sleep
Living just to meet our end
Death waiting patiently to reap
I do not want to close my eyes
For when they open once again
I'll be pulled by hidden ties
Back to this unforgiving trend
They bind me to this cycle,
Seek to rob me of my time
May my hands never be idle
May I not step out of line
These shackles bind my feet
As another grudging day I meet
I wish to sit but I must stand
Wading waste deep through quicksand
I know we all must face the pressure
But my heart breaks beyond all measure
While I wish for only pleasure
My whims bare weight of just a feather
They treat us all the same,
Though the same we are not
They teach us there is shame
If we can't keep up with the lot
No one will care to hear if I even try complain
I suppress these foolish tears, and weakly hide the pain
I store it all away, knowing one day I will break
The tension building up inside, until peace I forsake
The longer this goes on, I fear that I will be consumed
Truly though, deep down I wish that it would happen soon
The moment when I cry "I can't take this anymore!"
All sanity shall die, and I know not what lies in store
I see visions of disaster
Met by my own precious laughter
Eyes that show no sign of reason
As I create such artful lesions
These thoughts run freely through my mind,
Help me endure this loathsome grind
I leave all other thought behind
And ponder what my future finds
Once I've become stretched so thin
I snap is when the fun begins
But for now I wait and bleed
Planting my own feral seeds.
Published 4th Nov 2016
| Edited 17th Jan 2025
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