As I sit here, awaiting Death in all his glory, it's you I think of,
You, my morning burst of energy, a ray of hope in bleakest night.
Yet, false hope... a bitter truth of which I've chosen to be ignorant.
Still I'll wait for you, till death I be released for the better.
This slow torture of waiting for you to realize my infernal love of you.
It pains me to know that my time is only wasted on you.
For, though you've no other, you ignore me, a blind eye to my suffering.
But, awaiting you, that is much better than awaiting Death














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