Concrete, granite, stone and steel Broken like a pit ponies comfort,… Jealous thoughts reside then repea… The token aloof hearts not explain… Mining of the souls a dark delight
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…
a radio, a torch and a can of hair… some toothpaste, a naan bread and… an egg timer, an i-pod cover and s… the remnants of her disorganisatio… a scented candle, a full and empty…
the prettiest face the warmest smile can be taken over if just for a while lust and greed
Each day, every step Takes more strength than my world… And I can’t cry, Seeds planted ne… A longer breath held as the leash… Accolades of ghosts ago
we forego our own happiness just as puppets we hang by the thr… we once owned hopes our aspirations are just lengths o… we had a faith in a future
The sullen call of the ravens voic… as their flapping wings flood the… A blanket of seamless black floats carrying the night to the other si… Drifting late the soaring swirls
this carousel we amble against you sitting astride, me at the eye… it turns its face to spue dark mag… and again the picture is where we… our lethal dose of pandering
slash these dreams that I once mad… this hate I yell won’t rest, it ju… fluttering eyelids that feel like… I’m steeper than the wish enthrall… load that gun and ready the razors…
that smile you toss my way it leaks a loving splendour, like a fine rainfall of crystal I’d stand here forever to be drown… piercing hazel eyes
as my thoughts thaw and my mind comes alive, alone in its brevity Its tattered disguise, I feel the darkness call
Under the blanket of a starless ni… my inane smile just a make-up pain… as I wander down a lane that’s nam… and choke back tears on years gone… I dream a dream of circumstance
You sit on my knee Wriggling like a serpent Contorting like a gymnast Like a buttered chimp Head butting my lips
Whose needs do I serve When I’m kneeling in the dirt And my brow is wet with misery Bled from the grind of dawn to dus… Whose needs do I serve
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