To Wait

To Wait.



A man sits alone in a dark room
he's looking at the floor
he's counting up all the walls
despite the fact he's the only one around keeping score

he needs to get away
he needs to escape
every minute spent here more precious life goes to waste
but still he has no choice but to stand in place and wait

he spots a cat walk past his window on an outside wall
he contemplates jumping out the window
he has no fear of the sharp fall

but to give in now would only be an acceptance of bitter defeat
oh how he remembers all the people laughing at him and calling him weak
how long has he been inside this room now? this empty cell deprived of life?
how long have they taunted him
informing him he will never be able to experience the joys of life

a match strikes and for a moment the darkness turns to light
before his eyes the cigarette turns to life
his new companion keeps him safe
how ironic that a form of death feels like a lovers embrace
the smoke enters and leaves twice as fast
he's still thinking about that horrible past

if only he could escape the tormentors and find something new
if only he could break away and run away and maybe find somebody like you?

that's just a silly dream to give prisoners like him hope
we all know that we will forever be alone
our hearts forced into solid stone

maybe that's why he stays
because he knows even when outside he will never be free
the tormentors will take new forms and never just simply let him be
and the love he craves surly it can't exist?
how could something so wonderful exist in this cesspit