Poetic Consolation

A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.
Is this a test?
It has to be. Otherwise I can’t go on.
Draining patience. drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act’s a little old.

But I’m still right here, giving blood and keeping faith.
And I’m still right here.
But I’m still right here, giving blood and keeping faith.
And I’m still right here.

I’m gonna wait it out
If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I’ve chosen here,
I certainly would’ve walked away by now.

I’m gonna wait it out

If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along
This tedious path I’ve chosen here,
I certainly would’ve walked away by now.

I still may. and I still may.
Be patient.

I must keep reminding myself of this...

If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I’ve chosen here,
I certainly would’ve walked away by now.
And I still may. and I still may. and I still may.

I’m gonna wait it out.
I’m gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.

The Patient
Tool
Lateralus