Waiting for You

I'm fairly certain I died in your arms last night,​

but, my mind often loses my memories fight.​

Distance separates the darkness between my thoughts,​

as my reflection dies, my mind slowly rots.​

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One day, one breath, on moment relived with each second past.​

You are my only love that desperately must last.​

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So, until the grave surrounds my empty mind,​

within its vastness my love for you will find,​

that each night I hold you secure by my side.​

With a consistent fear that you have died.​

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My walks, my times alone with thoughts of mine,​

empty home, bed, car, and no reflective shine.​

A blindness as I await the end of my time,​

mentally trapped in a broken rhyme.​

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So often I walk that range to where I wait,​

passing the scars each time to find my fate.​

Feel the memories bleed down the ridges line,​

as they move past, I ignore what is mine.​

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The valley floods that lay before my eyes,​

as the breeze whispers those tender lies,​

time stops frozen within this ideal.​

Waiting for your presence that I long to feel.​

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I'm fairly certain I will die in your arms tonight.​

When I arrive, I won't put up a fight.​

Drown me in the memories that cover the valley clear.​

Just keep your dagger close, please keep it near,​

and if I struggle and throw you aside,​

hug me and stab me until I have died.​

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As I wait for you to take my essence,​

on this lonely seat I await your presence.​

Empty thoughts echo within this mind,​

from where I am sitting, I wait for you to find,​

I will be waiting, waiting for you.

And as I sit here and I wait,​

the ridge is flowing to my fate,​

to where I lay before your feet.​

A lifeless body, a corpse covered sheet.​

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As a softening echo's across the range's hills,​

I'm watching as my life she quietly kills.​

That gentle touch upon my throat,​

embracing the endorphins she lets out.​

They take me to my reflections eyes,​

I'm left watching as my life dies.​

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A window, a reflections view,​

such darkened imagery I step through.​

The fog it's thick, it's solid cold,​

I stand frozen to a reflections fold.​

Within those eyes I see the pain,​

I step through and drown again.​

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Now I'm moving down the range ahead,​

leaving myself staring at the dead.​

Down the ridge to a seat that is waiting.​

A place for my desired anticipating.​

You're standing alone with me,​

within the valleys lake before us I see.​

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Just grab my throat and push me down.​

Use your strength to ensure I drown.​

When you're done that simple task,​

just whisper goodbyes, is all I ask.​

Watching as you fade away,​

listening for those quiet words to say.​

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Now I'm sat across the valley I see,​

leaving you with my body before me.​

In the valley I created for you,​

this view I have is a needed true.​

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On a wounded ridge is where I will be waiting,​

patiently for the sounds to finish fading.​

Diluted memories of holding onto you.​

Discarded memories keep pulling me through.​

Down the ridge to where I am waiting,​

waiting for you.​

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