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I Need You
numb. Like the body lying lifeless in the casket, awaiting only the crows scratching on top, wishing that it was you, you would come and revive my soul. Waiting, waiting forever and then some, desperate in patience thinking of each moment we would embrace, gaze into our souls, connect like we knew eachother for centuries, like it was always meant to be me and you, you and I... But I'm still waiting, the hope begins to fade and I'm suffocating, i'm about to lose twice, to earn what I have caused to reap what I earn but i'm willing to, because that means at last there's serenity in those thunder clouds and that cobra's venom weakened so you're alright, you'll make it through another decade, while I wait, keep on waiting for the one I love, "Thee One", who I so foolishly betrayed while shooting from every direction I hit us both in the heart, opposite sides so that the hope of mending our hearts is held high, they now fit together but it all hits me as I suffocate some more, nails bleeding the wood head in heart, hand on top I've buried myself alive. Waiting, waiting patiently for a hopeless return.
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