It consumes me,
Takes me over....
I sit there and wait,
Alone to the wover.
Here I wait,
I sit all alone....
Thinking of pain,
In all but a moan....
Know what it is,
Lies that make me breathe....
The hole in my chest,
Its what makes me grieve....
But for now I just sit,
I wait and I live....
Confusion it is,
but that is me.
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