Waiting is the hardest part when you are wading through your heart. Dead cant will knock on my skin; desperately I want to let you in. I want to debate youll mention me w hatful (somewhere I misplaced my soul). I want to swear youll realize me whole, but Ive slit my throat a one thousand thousand years ago.
Destined to live a life in a hole - I can hardly wait.
I want to intrust youll make me whole though pissed away from this supply I hold: nurtured by its empty cold, continuing to deluge from its weltering wallow.
Destined to live a life in a hole - I can hardly wait.
Shadows of shallow smiling
I want to believe youll 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 youll make me whole, but Ill likely die before that is told.
-Eric Dick
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