Time is moving slow
And it's hard to breathe
My heart drips tears
Because my eyes refuse

The silence floats
Anxiety throbs
My mind wonders
To the tip of my soul

Metal wraps my fingers ends
While mouth bones meet its tip

.forecast friday.

This reality seems distant
The timing was right
I close my eyes tightly
The futures looking bright

You’re a lost soul
An old soul
Lets rewind
Find a time
When everything was fine