Sit and wait is what I do
Waiting for the poison
I feel it move through me
Venomous snake
Penetrating my heart
And forcing me to hear it beat
Making images out of memories
Unable to blink them away
Feeling the tug of crying
Unable to catch my breath
The inevitable nature of it
Breaks me into a thousand
Stained glass shards
And I become a church
Of solitude and misery
A stream of doubts
That rush to take over
The fragile sanity I have
Drifting numb and cold
To hot and emotional
I sit still hoping
It passes over me
That it doesn�t see me
Holding to the chair
Feet clawing to the ground
I don�t want to go
I don�t want to go
I don�t want to go
To that place down there
Below the hell
