Personifying procrastination is now being used by Unholy Sermon as lyrics for their song with the self same title...:D

Why does it seem as if I wait for your light to ascend
And cast its rosy hue hither, banishing the lengthening shadows
Wreathing my doorway?
It seems as if I wait for the moon
Even though she is long past her cycle of cadence,
Knowing in my heart hope is a fallacy,
An illusion conjured by the sick, and yet hoping
That the sun would stay and cast away the ghostly pallor from my face,
Bring new life to this shipwrecked soul,
An escape from a reality contorted beyond control:
But therein lies the trap for the light lies within
Waiting to be cradled and to bloom,
For the answer lies within but the question rhetorically bounding off these walls
Gives way for distortion, static amounting, screaming,
Pounding, howling, ripping the skin off that face, that mannequin
Still standing, still waiting, waiting
Still standing, waiting, waiting,
But for what?

I digress and let this languor grow, creep upon the stone statue
Like damp moss gathering where moisture lingers and echoes, echoes,
What do they mean, as I stand here oh so still?
Where is that feel of life surging through my finger tips?
Where is the will to move, or the will to command the will?
I regress, what was the question so I may choose my answer?
Like a beggar, desperate for a coin even though it won’t save
Him from an inevitable death? Like that pauper collecting money
For something worthwhile and then starting again
Again, again, yet again?
Why bother if I can end it all? Another question rhetorically bounding off these walls,
And I know the answer; I know, I know
But I simply can’t move at all…631863_Moon-dark-night-countryside-camping-horror-scary_620