Intentions (explicit)

I’m not intending to be shallow,
But shallow’s what I am;

Empty Words

How does a quill
Drowning in words
Write in invisible ink?
It moves, it flows
But there’s no meaning
Just scratches on the paper
That no one ever sees;
Or, if they do,
No one ever knows
What it is they’re reading.

Mournings

The mornings get harder;
The clock ticks on later.
Life is the nightmare,
And sleep is the savior.
I would give anything
Even if it’s a sin
To sleep away forever
This world I’m not in.