you’ll always be the last to know things of real and true value if you persist on throwing punches at perceived awkward questions you’ll be haunted by past mistakes

black and white photographs snapshots of a rare and happy time… a holiday in Wales where the beaches are pebbled, a week away in a caravan

Its strange how the years can stea… How perceptions change and alter w… When we first met you were the mos… Now you radiate bitterness and clo… Its odd the way people change even…

I’d bite your face off with my lup… lick away the blood from the delus… that uneasy vagrancy, that emotion… rests with the clumps of my resolv… your delectable fist was once made…

my tongue predicts my recline it frames the arch of your spine, I’m here by misguided choice lets not waste each others time, your scaly skin erupts under my to…

I take all your thrown all your tossed, all your groans, a blind man punching through the sarcasm of self, my heart is your fuse

I have no forgiveness in my heart just the tired soul of a vengeful… who’s wings were clipped long ago and behind gritted teeth snarls chained in the garden like a guard…

What does that say about me I’d much prefer to see you fail Than to watch you bask in victory What does that say about me When I refuse to assist

to you I’m less than derisory it seems I’m viewed as empty space… a nocturnal drift to an overspill as you scream without fear or grac… respect is just a word without wei…