Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Waiting





Waiting
to be born again

Wanting
the saddest kind of pain





Waiting
for the day when I will crawl away

Nothing is what I feel



 


Waiting
for the drugs to make it real

Waiting
for the day when I will crawl away









Waiting
to be disciplined





Aching
for your nails across my skin

Waiting
for the day when I will crawl away

Porcupine Tree

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