she_says_while_cutting_edges Joana. Waiting As the top of those trees grow taller Silently I breathe the tip of their leaves Drinking the soft tears of clouds that have dropped Underneath a cherry tree Waiting For a sign, a recognition, a calling The sun burns strongly through the pale wounded skin Carefully hid behind the mossy entangled branches Underneath the sweet-scented tree Waiting For the steps patting softly through those hallways Meaningful sounds of hope and a foreseen loss Above a cold pavement Waiting What do I wait for? The dark knights racing with the wind Heeding my deaf pleas Waiting The wound is wide open Sticky fingers forbid the healing Of the unfelt pain Waiting Continuously, incessantly Buzzing in my head Wasps gather around a tattered brain Waiting The dark knights are lost in their aiding path Crows join in mockery and rejoicing Darkness covers the way Waiting The flickering light of his eyes Now swallowed in misty dew Thick fog blinds the greenery Waiting Or is it fading? The light becomes dimmer The moon is covered by shadows Smoky figures crawl over the grass Waiting The ever so frivolous waiting Embracing my weakened lungs Caressing me violently Waiting Ambition lost somewhere Shivering with cold and fear Slowly succumbing Dying. 000807 what's it to you? who go blather from