Lullabies are for sleeping,
but this is for when you are awake...

It's sickening to me
when snowy hands...

Aim for an almost
and you'll land amongst the clouds...

There's this little fly,
and it keeps...

I got to thinking, today, when I was sitting out...
What's it like to be dead...

I want to write something happy,
let's see, where shall we begin...

The words, they taste like cough syrup
so you take them with a grain of salt...

I wake up every morning
to see the contents of my maze...

Silent repitition
same word, same thing...

To steal the words of the half-dead poets,
please don't let me go...

Silence sings a lovely tune
Perfection at its peak...

Did you build this bridge
just so you could tear it down...