The thunder claps
Ripping the sky to shreds
Crackling through the air
Pulsing down my muscles
Pulling them together

I wish I had a time machine
Never to change things just to rel
To feel some things twice and mayb
To do the things I was never brav
I have to admit it would be nice t

Still
Stone
Solitude
I sit, trying not to look behind
While I try not to look ahead

For a single second
Eyes met
Thoughts changed
Smiles brightened
Lives intersected

Even when I’m about to cry
I still reply
Even when I want to die
I still reply
Even when I doubt it

I struggle to find my inspiration
In the worlds desperation
I try to find at least one word
When there are none to be heard
I need someone to take a hammer to

Pitter patter
Drip drop
Hear the rain
Pitter patter
Drip drop

I wake up and wipe sleep from my e
Just soon enough to hear strange c
I leap up from my slumbering state
A dash towards my front gate
I look up and see pure destruction

Life was great
Until things changed
I waited for something ease my pai
And it seems it left as soon as it
I can’t help but cry out to the ma

To live and be deceased
On the outside, breathing, heart b
On the inside, dead, heart broken
To live and be deceased
Going to places with a sense of a