Time.
It moves on...

Tips, for Andrews friend.
-Never end a poem...

An instant is...
Life. Everything. Anything...

Take a second to think while you're running out...
Breathe a second then blink...

New note entitled the feeling entitled to...
I shake about...

Sippin on an e-cig.
Rippin on the vapor...

Taste my truth. You misused and abused me for the...
Crime of taste. Lay waste to the colors for you...

My hands are white with boredom.
Frustrated with the nothing...

Give a little hit, forgive a little lip.
Feel a little drip under your nose...

We will not sleep
Until we die...

Text of poem.
Next to roam...

I see, the eye- with twinkle in-
Within the fly the twinkle ends...