Cope In Wait, I Wait

[Vermilioncore]

A poem written by me.

Inside my core, black as pitch
The lake of waiting rises
It’s full of thorns and stifling mist
The sin my soul despises

And yet I wait within my bog
The sludge is sure to drown me
I’m blinded by this endless fog
No light within me shineth

There is no end to wait upon
I simply wait for nothing
Sinking further in regret
I built the slough I die in

 

[Emba]

Where is my meal?

Goddammed motherfucking shitty waiters at this joint.

No tip for you!