I Might Need YouI think I might need you,But here's the thing:I'm spinning out of controlAnd careening off the side of the road.I pretend to hold on to the wheel,But we both know I'll crash.It wasn't a fair fight.If you would listen,If you would actually listen,You would hear me whispering"I want you.""I need you.""You're mine."And if you would listen,If you would actually listen,You would know thatWe are horribly wrongFor each other,And that my words mean nothing.But what's to stop us fromSharing our sheets anyway?We sleep folded togetherLike slips of origami paperPressed so tightly thatWe could not possibly split.I think I might need you,But here's the thing:I really wish I didn't.I wish it was you,And not me.
For a man diesBreathe Slowly,For a Man dies every second, locked in the grip of the sky. Walk with every step in mind,Every twitch of a finger,Every sound, from your head to the ground,Keep them in mind.For a man dies every second, the beginning of an eternal dance with the one in the heavens. Remember every follicle of hair,Every eye that stares, every moment of fear,An evil glare, remember it all.For a man dies every second, and a child cries for his death. Live today like you'll wither the next,For we too, can be locked in the reaper's grip.