Glitching

Was only meant for games

A movie

That was to be played

But my hands start to tremble

And my legs start to shake

Although I know both are still

My face pulls away from me

The world starts to fall

If only I could catch the tiles

But I’m too afraid to cut my hands

So I fall into sharp, rocky land

Lagging

Was only meant to anger

When the mouse moved to slow

Moving too slow we’d not see the blow

But since when did we move

To one place to another

Without a memory

A feeling of swinging

In the clouds

Content

Light

Free

Before the sun

Burned

Out