Waiting Here For You

Poem By Jeff Nesvig

Tell me what it is that started the fire inside of you
I see it burning in your eyes
I can hear the screams that hide inside your mind
And the lies that you try to hide.

Running from the demons that chase thru the night
Your screams are giving you away
You've lost the magic inside of you
You've given it away for something new
Now what are you going to do.

You have a fire burning inside of you

I see the hatchet swinging
I see it in your hands
You're looking for a victim but you don't understand
The blood on the floor is yours and I can taste it
In the air when you scream.

Put the hatchet down
Close your eyes and look inside
I'm waiting here for you
With a message written in magic right here in my hand
I'm going to give it to you.

And when the screaming stops
And the blood no longer flows I'll be waiting here for you
In this silent room with a look of what's inside of you.

I see the hatchet swinging
I see it in your hands
You're looking for a victim but you don't understand
The blood on the floor is yours and I can taste it
In the air when you scream so put the hatchet down.

You have a fire burning inside of you
And I'm waiting here for you.


Jeff Nersvig

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