| What Are You Waiting For Stare at the images before you, In a stupor that leaves your thoughts dry. Bite your lip in anticipation, But swallow the blood to quench your thirst. Is it raining, is it drought? Are your hands floating up towards the psuedo-light? Can You see the hidden anguish, Can you taste the forbidden panic? Do you feel my rage within now? Or are you Still numb and nullified? Pierce my flesh with your bittersweet tones, Only to soothe the pain when it is too late. Is it light that guides your pace? Is it night that terrors you so? Do I make sense of your naive sensibility, Or are you still unsure, of what your waiting for? |