Breathe

Draw in that cold air
Ask the world for a refund
A lost warrantee

There is no receipt
For breaths you haven't taken
Or unspoken words

There's just one option
To keep on breathing deeply
Taste that history

These Chains

I'm tired of dreaming,
of yearning for unreachables.
I'd much rather rest.

Give me silent sleep!
When I close my tired orbs
let them see nothing.

Pictures of lost days
and of friendships far away.
These are out of reach.