21. Waiting For Truth
Wait, you say, but I want to know.
Wait, you say, but it's just so slow.
Do I need to live with the questions
Or simply wait for your confession?
Wait, you say, but I want to know.
Wait, you say, but it's just so slow.
Do I need to live with the questions
Or simply wait for your confession?
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Fear is the strangest thing,
as it comes from within our heads.
But that don't stop it tucking us in
when we're safe within our beds.
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My brother, my friend, flesh of eternal flesh.
I hold you tightly in my mind.
Our need of life is without words.
We say little to one another but are so alike.
I know you're there.
Lurking in the darkness of the night,
Cowering in the shadows, avoiding the light,
Crouched behind the curtain or hid beneath the bed,
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The rhythmic sound wakes me
From a deep, peaceful sleep
What could it be?
his belt hung on the wall,
in the backroom where he victimized me;
as mom tried to stop it
the door slammed shut, click,