Like peering through the lens glossed over with...
Rusted, metal, corroded, but unstoppable gears...

Icy chills and red hot thrills
My hands shiver from your glance...

Butterfly Wings
I type away on the keys to my laptop keyboard...

As the vectors point
Daringly...

The words flood to my lips,
but the gloss keeps them sealed shut...

A weight has just been lifted.
a feather floating softly, now...

I've planned to make it through the day
Without shedding a single tear...

Sleep I suppose should happen soon.
I hope I'll be able to wake before noon...

Friday night and I'm staying in.
Maybe it's for the best...

I could die tomorrow.
Would my life have been worthwhile...

Way to ruin my day
By drinking from the carton...

Waiting...
for a bus that may never come...