lance wilkinson

tech, travel, & introspection

goneit is early now,
still they are about as if
yesterday is gone.

screamall you do is scream
and it makes me so tired.
i hope that you choke.

sightall things are blurry,
but getting better again.
i hope you can see.

sonderglisten city lights,
of great distances unknown.
twinkle as you shine.

regrettired and dead are
the words of love we once spoke.
only regret left.

silencei still feel, you know?
but seem to no longer care.
i am silent now.