Tremble

I am carefully planning for that moment
a moment of a sick execution
It is a self-indulgent impatience
somehow an act of retribution
Higher self please stop me now
because I cannot sit it out
Higher self please hear me out
I cannot wait it out

If you could hear my heart beats
then you would know where my soul lies

I carefully plan to lay silent
but stillness falls to a tremble
when my thoughts converge on that moment
and I'm forced to remember
Higher self please stop me now
because insides are hollow
Higher self please hear me out
because there's no tomorrow

If you could hear my heart beats
then you would know where my soul lies

MM 1993