Lost Problems
Five, four, eight, any number will be my fate
Tumbling down, I stop to wonder about this town
They toss me aside, just like an ocean tide
Weep and wait, call me for the bait
But when they truly believe, I will leave
Let them find their way, as I walk a bay
Taking in the sunset, wondering about a pet
For my problems will be gone, all except this one.

Unlucky or Gifted?
The gloomy night sways slowly in the picture
Paintings of dark clouds within a stormy fixture
Rumbles pick up, sky lights aflame, night becomes day
But within that flash, you ear no thunder
Rather you see the dead gathered around you
Staring as your mortal body falls
Skin turned black, smell of cooked meat
That's all you left behind as new senses take you
No more breaths to keep you, no more beats to move you
Instead, your something new, perhaps between states
Thoug you see the world through different eyes
Everything you once knew is the same, yet in the same way not
The first step isn't so bad
Just take my hand.