untitled III

There's someone I'd like to be
not me

There's someone I'd like to see
reflected in the stream

There's that who'll never look at me
There's that who I'll never see

There's a line of people waiting
and one of them is me

and time is passing me by
and I can only see
the one I'll never get to be

untitled II

An empty glass
A drop of blood

Dry

No flow
No motion

Still

Not death
but worse

Numb

untitled I

It's dark, so dark, the day.
No sun, no clouds, just grey.
No love, no friends, just cry.
My only mate a fly.

It's grey, so grey, the sky.
My soul, my heart, a lie.