Seven years I have waited,
just an anorexic martyrdom.
Here's your trial of patience
holding out until the punchline comes,
seven years I have waited here.
Severed, nervous and fated
to the certainty there's more to come.
All this time we have wasted,
Seven years into the cenotaph,
and painted in.
This is at last a last escape,
My sabotage, my best mistake.
This observer's effective, sends a permanent message.
Seven years in the basement, stranded stasis, standing stateless.
This is at last a last escape, _
My sabotage, my best mistake, _
You waste my time, my waste of space.
Seven years' saboteur.
Seven years I will wait here.