Hell burns into the seconds
Stretching, hoping to be reckoned
provacative wonders tease my brain
so much stressed into this hour of strain
Blow my head off, create a diversion
ruin the waiting with an explosion
kiss me with a ringing peace
flatten the wrinkle in this day, this crease
Melancholy creeping into final minutes
every sound resunates like knives I find in its
mine shaft of foil echoes here and there
simple writing centipede, each minute hair
each leg is loving my drawn out despair
to each avail
I'm in dissapointed waiting sarcasm