Breathe I

2 seconds to gather air
face crunched, in its weirdest
the worry, you should not care
with oxygen, fearless

5 seconds to release air
the mouth in its clearance
catalysts of your nightmares
collected this instance

2 seconds to gather air
nevermind judging stares
the worry, you must not care
all throbbing thoughts laid bare

5 seconds to release air
soothe the panic away
our hope will become the flare
we’ll make the world not grey  Ω

The Wall I

It’s the perfect time to build a wall
then share my frustrations and all
for at least it will be no surprise
that it will ignore all my cries

It’s the perfect time to build a wall
and wait for the Reaper to call
Pitch black is where I will get comfort
There’ll be no more wasted effort

It’s the perfect time to build a wall
and wait for my body to fall
Deprive me this never-ending sigh
The world will be better when I die Ω