The Envy of Time

Please step away
From the shriveling cold
You know you're more
Than what you've settled for
Quietly moving
Because you don't know
When to slow down

I just needed to be held
Escape the world
Inside my head

And breathing
Only turns to fog
So please step away
From the shriveling cold
Kissed my lips
The wish I sold

In Love With Fog

We stood at the coast for the absence of time,
Fog seeping through our senseless bones.

The sun had left the sky hours ago.
How long until nights past?

Without a clock to tell the time we gather on damp ground,
The remains of wave crashing continue to exist on docked wood.

And that is all I hear under a blanket of clouded smoke.
And all I feel is the emptiness in this retire.

That - and well, your presence so distant,
It's almost as if you've transformed into the fog hanging in the air.

I can't feel you there.
My gaze is lost as I sink within despair.

Astonishment glaring at your secret ability.
And I'll pretend i'm unaware that it is you.

But then I promised you I wouldn't say a word to a soul.
As long as you turn me into you, too.