0.125 One stolen moment at 3am, You lead me away Down an alley. Up against a wall, Your lips meet mine. Your kiss, Is soft, sweet; Not laced with drunk passion. As you move down my neck I want more. I can feel you hard Against me But I can't stop myself Feeling confused. You're my best friend, Why isn't it strange? It feels so right, It's like we'd been waiting For so long. But now you're gone, On a train to London. I wonder Will we ever again? One stolen moment at 3am, You lead me away, And I miss you.

As I Stand As I stand My world spins Around me. Colours blur. Once again I'm dizzy. It's unreal, A whirlwind of Confusion. Just can't place Where I am, How I feel. Drowning in Disillusion And despair, I'm fighting In the deep end. Give me air.

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone' - Blinding, Florence and the Machine

Tired Her only friend Was sleep. Welcoming her With open arms. An escape From her thoughts. She loves it, Perhaps too much. Her sleep Puts an end To her facade. It is only this, That silences the demons And saves her From herself. Yet when she awakes, She is betrayed. Sleep has ended one day, But brought her another. Her best friend, Her worst enemy. If only she could sleep forever.

Vessel What is this hollow existence? This empty feeling. I am nothing but a vessel, No substance, no soul Numb.