November 29, 2005
Lurking
I'm waiting here, yes...but for what?
I sit and watch, as if it will come to me.
Watching you.
The music filters to me here, calling, yet I remain. Not this year.
Waiting. Silent, patient (how unusual)...
But I've purpose now, to come out. You gave it to me.
Poor fool, I'm coming for you.
Posted by Nybrylla at 02:06 AM | Comments (0)