I wait in the eternity of nothing. My lungs never get to taste fresh air. Only small breaths of life sustaining measures... I am so incredibly sick of this wait. I'm tired of the night. All I see is sadness escaping reality. A real sadness. So many stories that got so incredibly fuck up. And now something ugly is shining through their scars. And that is usually the fear of getting burnt. While they try to avoid it (what burns them) I walk my whole life in it. There where years since there was is nothing left to burn... so I wait. Wait in this eternity... they say, from ash comes life. So I wait... I wait for life to come. I smile at the chance when it is presented.
But you know what? It really doesn't matter. All I wish is to escape, like my wife allows me to.
In her eyes the waiting eternity fades. In her eyes I feel new life grow. When she touches me , I feel a pulse. And this pulse tells me that there is a chance...
Leaping holes... big dark rooms of nothing... just standing up to this terrible silence... just trying to ward off the fog...
Just call me... I just want hear your voice