How satisfied and empty.
How desolate and stark.
Barren to my feelings,
A crevice in my heart.

I conjure my salvation,
Though ingredients are dire.
So throw the remnants of my soul
Upon this burning fire.

Hath God descended... Calmly?
Like the angel of my faith.
I stand... raw and outdated,
A sentimental waste.

Forgotten all my chemicals.
No reason, choice or chance.
I pulse love through these purple veigns;
My chemical romance.

Prayers remain... Unanswered,
Salvation hypnotized.
I dwindle on uncertanty,
And wait for his reply.

The darkest hues, imagined...
Shine boldly, neon sign.

''Waiting''

Waiting?

Waiting...

For a life I could call mine.
 
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