Waiting



Please excuse my chicken scratch, I wrote this in a frenzy, inspiration from a spontaneous combustion of creative flow.

Translation:

I’ve been waiting for you all-night

slowly killing myself

waiting, for YOU to come save me

BUT

the only response I get

is a slow-ticking time clock counting down my time

and this empty space beside myself

Memories are my only comfort, YET

they are not enough to keep me warm at night amongst

the ice-cold panic of desperation

If they only knew

I HOPE they never do

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