her life was an open book her verse a word too long full stops a bridge thatched far her length not short enough she struts around the edges

can you forget when used to laugh at all the pain and the scars, if you walk a fine line or a knife… inevitably you’re going to fall, can you forget when we drove your…

i know the risks, that’s the buzz what else can people like me do, punching through the wet paint of… to probe the depths of our own ins… a gruesome flavour

my own ghost wont leave me be it haunts of times before, when th… I carry it in marathons of endless… as it wraps its ectoplasmic hands… with a would of, should of, could…

a high pitched whine stabs into my… as all other sounds fade, hidden i… the laughs and shouts and the clas… as I sweat staring at one spot, to… this parties in full swing the boo…

A pep talk to the masses A chat to ease high spirits back i… The northern drawl as sickly as mo… A lemon sucked grin upon his face “The world is ours, if we choose t…

dark eyes sleep deprived dark cloudless skies lay in slumber shadows call

there’s a breeze I feel about my face and frame, no location can be found but you you turn the milk sour as the mirr… the street below bustles a way awa…

I have walls that I’ve built up brick by brick, heart by break, the real me is so well guarded I’m a difficult bad dream to take, I’ve constructed myself a fortress

This feeling I have is of complet… This is hopelessness coupled with… A wave of abject misery, falling How can I wish I wasn’t here This feeling I have of despicable…