Sinking

Waiting for change?/
Waiting for me to change?/
I’m just waiting for an excuse/
Waiting for you to speak the truth/
Your feeble attempts at some sort of new you/
This isn’t positive and it won’t be the last negative/
So tired always tired/
Exhausted my heart and skin just waiting for change again/
I’m waiting for you to move out of my life/
So I can rearrange and/
Maybe redeem some of my tries/
Presence of people not for me/
Just waiting for your shadow to haunt my asylum dreams/
You haunt me/
This sinking feeling/
A chained ball fused to my legs/
Will I ever wake up?/
Will I ever see you?/
Will I never wake up?/
I can’t see you…/
Caught in a vice/
My back to the wall/
If I had a choice/
I wouldn’t have met you at all/
So I won’t keep paying the price/
But that’s what you get when you open your dimming heart up/
Here’s your reward for losing my trust/
No more//

Written by Baz
Nov 26th 2009

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About ReflectionistBaz

I love to draw, paint, and make music. I hate people who talk to much, and never listen. And people who are too consumed with themselves to take the time to find out how you are doing. Ignorant people who cannot take their heads out of their asses if their lives depended on it.I am a little left of center, but that’s fine with me. I don’t need to be like everyone else. I generally keep to myself. I love music, art, the occult, supernatural, weird and unique objects, talking to friends, painting, drawing, reading, gaming…

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