The Wait

Littered, tired stopping with sound, impatience of waiting when no ones around,

Annoyance at life as time stands still,

To prove just why I hate to wait, it just pre-empts the pain inside to just move on and try to hide,

Fear of nothing until it's something, waits a pill where time stands still,

Fuck this waiting and ask just why, we think about the world a lie,

My waitings the day the earth stood still, this empty wait I need to fill,

It's difficult to cope within this state, I sometimes wish I'll meet my fate,

The further I stay the cracks appear, the sooner this waits a living fear,

So as I focus on something else, it takes the attention away from myself.