manipulation of my strings though I devour all you cast my wa… towards your stain of this disease you’re an atom or defiant morsel, you make me crawl to endure
through the broken windows with the peeling paint with the cracked putty and the ghosts of faces peering echoes yelled
when we were a tad younger possibly even a wiser than now, we strode the days like pirates and the nights like i don’t know h… we braved each hour as a safe bet
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
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…
I sink back into its black embrace… through the fog, the misted flecks… trapped in its world, without hope… negative energy pulses through my… this dead sea has me adrift a furt…
repeat prescription sympathy that’s the shoulder you seek to we… a faceless nomination as your tale grows worse, and on a… I’m not a bag of hard emotions
virtue sings of you and your name, every move made not happenstance, regal strides and posture hold fir… years of idolised glances to stare… more than a surrender of heart, mi…
it was less than heavy the smell was more subtle than str… an ethereal or angelic waft though my nose is often wrong, but I recall it so vividly
sometimes even clever people fall… enter their own abyss and can’t cl… lubricated walls surround them, ho… firmly choked, their own demons ke… moreover, its a one horse race tha…
loud music floats under your close… that’s when I realise your more th… that’s when I realise you want to… its a dads prerogative to be a cat… down stairs I go to the kitchen cu…
you’re the stone in my shoe carrie… the grit in my eye that mars visio… an itch under skin that can’t be e… a wheeze in the chest a forced con… an answer without question or rati…
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
You sit on my knee Wriggling like a serpent Contorting like a gymnast Like a buttered chimp Head butting my lips
the cobbled streets of my home tow… a childhood rained on by a salacio… this town was once a dickensian sn… not much changed from the seventie… now this place has lost its heart,…