I'm sitting in the classroom
looking at the clock
watching it count-down
'till I can run off
out the classroom, out of this hell
over to my friends, where all is okay
here I'll stay
but only for 15 minutes
then I'll have to return
back to the cage
where time moves slow
back to the place
where I'm not sure that I do belong
So I'll just sit
and watch the clock count'down...

Our relationship took a bullet
It went strait for me
but it wasn't a fatal wound
I didn't get hit in the heart
I was shot in the stomach
You could have saved me
**but instead
you left me to bleed out

Dry lips
Soft sounds
Creaking house
Soft skin
I read your lips
Have you ever heard
Of a feeling quite like this?
Have you ever felt something so slow?
It felt so wrong
But now you feel so whole
And the darkness covers all
The sweetest sigh, the fastest fall,
When the dark is so safe and so warm
When the darkness feels like home
When the only light that's guiding you
Is breathing, feeling
Slow

The snail strolls gently
Realigning hoped moments
A slow pace of consequences
****** and placed on tables
Harped to melodic tunes
Summed in upbeat sequences
The crescendo boils to ******
The climb of beats and undertones
All exposed and overlooked
The onlookers astonished
My ribs pinned out in pain
I squeeze to the cracks of normality
Attempting to slowly leap
To see the darkness of winter
To breath the stilled air
Yet, a hope lived, a life seen
We all shall make it to the end
Crawling to cut the finish line

I want to slow dance with you until this unfathomable resistance to peace has gone home.

Never ending, life keeps on going.
With or without you; time will not stop
and just when you think: "I've got this"
it all turns. The world struggles- one crisis
after another, people die and we all keep
trying to find new reasons to survive.
Someone, tell me **why.

Rush
I feel it, feeling it
Further onto the open road
Sods, trees,
and clouds up above
Admiring the colors of the sky

Deciduous trees are also my thing
The bomb of every group of trees
Without having it's leaves
are the bomb of it

But what I love most
The air, so good
It makes me unstoppable
Dashing towards to my hair
Making my hands slowly moving