Thor’s Day Mood.

Low Roar – Patience.

I’m sick of losing
my patience
out of time
lacking rhythm
barely concious
over sensitized
feeling weaker
as I stumble around

Get out of my mind

In the morning
rests the paper
heavy snow fall
wakes the neighbors
the alarm calls
I clean out my eyes
feeling nauseous
as the world spins around

Get out of my mind

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