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The Wait

The darkness
The silence
The breeze next to my ears
I let go of my fears
My eyes can see
My eyes are a leaky sea
Of salty tears
Looking for a Moses, to part my sea
No fish
Just my fish
Oh, how I can be selfish
To get my wish
The people I have ripped apart, my soul I've ripped apart
Left with no one but myself in this damn apartment
Stressed, working alone overtime in this department
I cannot relate; I am not familiar
Have no relations and no family either
The truth is crystal clear, so I get that crystal ball
Put it up and dance under it with my inner demons like a disco ball
I can no longer abstain
Blinded, I no longer discern
Dining with the devil
Dropped down to his level
I remove the knife from their backs and spoon-feed my thoughts
Walking through the fork in the road
I contemplate there's nothing more I can do but wait...

Body tired, body sore
Spirit has no soul
So I play solitaire,
With the deck that life gave me
I bet she wished she never had me
She left me because I have an 'alcohol problem'
Wait, or was it an 'I-ll-call-a-whore problem'
While they played with teddy bears and Barbie dolls
I slept young at night cuddling voodoo dolls....
Ashes on the floor
Rushes down below
Burn-marks instead of stretchmarks
Only my truth has stretchmarks
Because of how long I have stretched it
I knew one day I would regret this
King with no council,
King with no castle
So I build a sand castle, in an hour glass
Funny how I 'wait' just for a rush
I turn it off and throw it in the ashtray
The rush is almost here, all I can do is wait...

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