Hell

Wait, please wait for me,
we will always be
counting all the road signs to have
a little courtesy,
hypocricy,
make-belief the tremors I feel
when I touch your skin,
deep within
my secret butterfly, she displays
on a gloomy day,
and begins to pray
for the sun to come around her and play,
I will tell you once,
I could tell you twice,
there's nothing more to life, so don't leave
me hanging here,
and that is all I fear
convulsion crushes you with a blow,
and I bet you know
what you need to know,
it's time to pull your plug 'cos you need
a little privacy
to be alone with me,
promises that I'll never keep
as I don't believe
that you have the lead
I'll find you when I get there, so please
just wait for me...