And They Wait

on the spot

they wait

by the small child within me

they wait

for me to come back to where i was

that little girl

was me

before i became

before i entailed within me a sense of 

something dangerous

they wait

for all that it's worth

for me to come back home

for me

to come back home

for me

for me

waiting

is so deviating

why do they wait?

what pleasures await them if they wait?

they're waiting

soon

i may become insane

but they'll keep waiting

by that child

the little girl

who is screaming

holding on to mother's skirt tails

i can nurture you better than she ever could've

 come here

sweet child

come here

please, i'm losing to the one thing i don't want to lose to

myself

come here

before i lose you too

sweet veins in my pure skin

bleed

burst

succumb to the oneness of the unknown

before i see reality

numb

i'm numb

good

good

i've gone

who are you?

why are you screaming, dear child?

let me lose myself to the oneness of the unknown