Lights,
Flash!
Don't blink.
You might miss it.
What is it?
I,
I don't know...
But I think I blinked.

Stop it!
I get it,
You can be cold,
Freezing even.
But the rain?
The rain doesn't help.
Like at all.
I can't get warm in this,
I can only think of one way,
Well the only I want.
Warm body heat,
Spreading to one another,
Side by side,
Keep the freezing,
Words in my mind,
So you never want to part.
But those are only wishes,
For I am alone.
Curse you winter,
Curse you rain,
Curse you cold,
Curse being alone.
Well until next time.

May I hug you?
Like really hug you,
I mean we hold each other.
May I hold your hand?
Have our fingers interlocked,
My thumb running back and forth,
On the back of your hand,
Sorry about my clammy hands.
May I stare into your eyes?
Get lost within the depths,
Lost in a trance,
I promise I won't get lost.
May I have your company?
I'm lonely without you,
You cause so much within my mind.
But I'm lonely not desperate,
So I'm asking,
May you cure my lonely?
I will cure yours.

My mind,
It wanders.
Cursing me with images.
Playing videos of,
Moments.
Not moments that have happened,
No,
But moments that,
Well,
I want.
For example,
One that always appears,
I wish to relax.
My head in someone's thighs,
Their hand in my hair,
The TV on,
Just in the moment.
Or,
Sitting beneath the night,
Us amongst nature.
Or on the hood of my car,
Looking into the vast beyond,
Talking about whatever.
Oh also.
Laying side by side,
My arm,
Being used for a pillow,
Drifting to sleep together.
But then again those are just,
Beautiful Fantasies.

You think I fear you?
You are nothing,
I repeat you are nothing.
A dust mite.
Trapped, cornered, scared.
I am the mower.
Coming to do a job,
Cut the bad seed.
Save the crops.
But there you are.
This isn't Horton hears a Who.
For me this is just a normal day.
But you,
Well this is a horror film.
I'm the main villian,
Big difference is,
I leave no survivors,
I'm the only reoccurring character.
Now tell me who fears who...

My mind,
It wanders.
Cursing me with images.
Playing videos of,
Moments.
Not moments that have happened,
No,
But moments that,
Well,
I want.
For example,
One that always appears,
I wish to relax.
My head in someone's thighs,
Their hand in my hair,
The TV on,
Just in the moment.
Or.
Sitting beneath the night,
Out amongst nature,
Or on the hood of my car,
Looking at the vast beyond,
Talking about whatever.
Oh also.
Laying side by side,
My arm,
Being used for a pillow,
Drifting to sleep together.
But then again those are just,
Beautiful Fantasies.