Still You Wait

I don't do any good these days
leaving out when I kiss you
gone into the sunlight
and I miss you

I'm not writing much
passions frozen like the ink
in my mind and my heart heavy enough
like clockwork every morning, to sink.

It's true I've died this way
no longer staying up late
where you are holding darkness
as if it is your fate,

still you wait

and it makes me wonder how
and why you empty your dreams on me
when I can't come through for anything
going more with chosen destiny

It seems like I don't know you
a stranger who knows me well
but can you figure which one of us
is really in a shell?

Is it me like you think
or is it you in your darkened state?
Is it me for living within a contemplate
or you because of hidden hate
unknowingly acknowledging falsified fate

...still you wait