Waiting...

From what cruel crack of fate do you propogate these lies. Cackling choruses twist your mind like a swarm of flies. Blocking out all logic and corrupting every thought. Leaving me now to pick up these twisted words, distraught. Fickle things named malice and hate work like daggers in the brain. Weaving like worms, excavating, driving you insane. A shattered mind, exuding all of your pain. And now I lay here, broken on your bed of glass, Shattered by your hollow farce, Lured in by your enticing laughs, Enamoured by your doll faced mask, Smitten by your class, alas- You're gone, and im waiting You're gone, and im straining You're gone, and im wishing For you to return again.