The waiting

I pray for days
I die for days at night
as one by one the senses fail
You hold me tight under deep covers
A better sacrifice
Clutching for air
I can't grow tired
Tired of the Hurting

All the voices
All the faces pale
Fade to one song
Fade from view
How I wish I was wrong
Close your eyes, it's good to breathe again
Nothing but air
I can't grow tired
Tired of the Hating

I stared into Heaven and left without a trace
I walked along the edge of sight and wondered how to try...where the breath has stopped Waiting

We can live a little at the edge of our lives...where the senses grow numb...where we can't realize...all the things we love...all the things we despise
We can live a little where the breath has stopped Waiting