The Wait


Death lies comfortably at the tip of my tongue
Hatred sits waiting in my palms
Trying to be pure is worth a lifetime
In the eye of the storm sits his calm
I wake up to a world of dysfunction
To realize I’m a culprit myself
Trying to buy truth in a store of lies
My heart sits on its shelf
Disaster is what I am
My mind mongers decay
All the while his grace looks upon me
As I live a life, astray
Glances shared in a mirror
Collar suffocates my very being
Trying to loosen the self-inflicted noose
Closed eyes that perpetrate seeing
Blood flows, but is their life?
Eyes wandering in a trance
Heavens love song calls
The world only offers a glance
Am I giving you up my love?
For the pleasures of the moment
Do I break your heart habitually?
Does your soul lie in torment?
Do you bleed the actions of my day?
Do you cry the thoughts of my bed?
Do I hurt your ego at all?
Or do I crush your spirit instead
Death lies comfortably at the tip of my tongue
Hatred sits waiting in my palms
Trying to be pure is worth a lifetime
In the eye of the storm sits his calm