Patience as I wait for him,
he who waters my tears with the rain of sin.
Patience as I wait for his return from hell,
to tell me a story of where he's been.
In my world he can do no wrong,
playing tunes on my heart
that can be heard back an evil song,
sending whips through my brain,
leaving scars only to remain.
I bleed from my eyes because his look burns,
and it is the look of evil but I am unable to turn.
I am patient as I wait to cry more pain,
I am patient to hate,
he who has no name.
SDPope
Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 6:00 PM UTC
Patience as I wait for him,
he who waters my tears with the rain of sin.
Patience as I wait for his return from hell,
to tell me a story of where he's been.
In my world he can do no wrong,
playing tunes on my heart
that can be heard back an evil song,
sending whips through my brain,
leaving scars only to remain.
I bleed from my eyes because his look burns,
and it is the look of evil but I am unable to turn.
I am patient as I wait to cry more pain,
I am patient to hate,
he who has no name.
SDPope