I only whisper to the trees
In such an age of breaking measure...

It doesn't start with fire.
It starts with those fingers...

Am I that canker dwelling on the tip of your...
as you are mine...

Second guessing won't fill time
when every idea isn't right...

If I don't look your way
maybe I'll be less angry...

Giants all around me
my plea goes silent tonight...

You're hanging by a noose of bad letters
all the wrong consonants...

Good god,
will I ever get out of here...

The sky is opening up.
The clouds are raining scissors...

Obsess over these bright lights
Rush, Rush away from where we have to go...

This lump in my throat is bigger than I am
I tower over nothing...

I am brain dead
slipping quietly...