(2014)
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…
I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.
You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
