Waiting is the hardest part when you are wading through your heart. Dead weight will knock on my skin; desperately I want to let you in. I want to believe you'll make me whole (somewhere I misplaced my soul). I want to believe you'll make me whole, but I've slit my throat a million years ago.
Destined to live a life in a hole - I can hardly wait.
I want to believe you'll make me whole though pissed away from this glass I hold: nurtured by its empty cold, continuing to drown from its weltering wallow.
Destined to live a life in a hole - I can hardly wait.
Shadows of shallow smiling
I want to believe you'll make me whole but there are no words that can be spoke without lust, lungs filled with smoke, and a dormant alcoholic awoke. I want to believe you'll make me whole, but I'll likely die before that is told.
-Eric Dick