Waiting for that feeling
to come and creep in,
which caught me quietly,
under my longing skin.

While I asked myself
where my heart has been,
all hate that turns against,
a state where I've been.

I deeply remind myself
of all the tears of sin,
the foggy air around me,
flowing windy and thin.

When my overthinking
consumes me from within,
I still wait for my feelings,
to come and creep in.