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I am a terrible texter
A shitty snap-chatter
A flop on Facebook
And all around awful at any form of virtual communication
I blame it on my depression sometimes
Newer times found me just as disdained as I found them
Mood indigo farewell blues, I'm in love with my sadness
Just as much as I'm in love with you
Slow
Slow
Slow
Slow
Slow
Slow
Slow
I am not slow
You are too fast
Why must I change
It is you that has too high of expectations
This will help none of us
Look twice, save a life they said,
I thought once, considering the instruction;
It is known that a great number of lives are lost every day,
Death is slow
Like a sick flower with bleak petals that no longer grow
One by one, the petals begin to fall
Unable to avoid the final death call
I really should begin to go.You know I didn't mean it though When I said “I won't see you”. As the clock goes farther in timeAll you do is stay on my mind.I hope for you; that's true, too. Although I know down in my coreI will start to see you mor
Sleeping in, meeting my buds for coffee, longing the day away
Yeah, I was slow out of the gate after High School, what can I say.
I had no trade or craft, all m friends were getting "the" degree.
Your fingertips graze my cheek,
my head still and warm on your chest.
It is a lazy Sunday morning, the end of the week,
with nothing to do but rest.
This week was tough,
the days slow and long.
Swallow, swallow, swallow
STOP
A gray hue coats the surface of every object
A drought in the mind
Scene after scene after…
Black and white spots
The INSOLENT hands of the clock
are shadily employed by boredom itself
Each tick is a moment spent examining the air
each tock is the scream of a perishing elf
Dormant, idle, indolent, motionless
