The Devil met me on the stairs last night, The Cheshire cat, Wolf in the pale moonlight. It crept inside an open door, Climbed beneath its wooden floor. Waiting watchfully, Spinning hateful negativity, Searching to impart scapegoated fragility. It faces changed moving around the room, Consume, Consume, Consume, Consume, Who’s next – re-enter the womb.…
We are the unhushed tones -words that get stuck in your throat. The emotional residue that clogs your arteries. We are your longing and secrets, The dying voice of the genuine, plastic fantastic. Tye your hair up in the knot man, Metrosexual soul in hand. Dye your hair up in that pastel gal, Feminism…
The chord, Loosen Tighten. Bound and frightened. The inference, Raw Animalistic Words shot vocal ballistics. The contact :Look eyes Idolised Insecurity covers, Flickers, It’s a guise. The dreams Lucid Embedded – fantastic Awareness dampened, The unenthusiastic. The internal Screaming. Underneath is bleeding These thoughts for the thieving Feelings torn in…
It slithers down, Through the streams of my thoughts Like a vulture circling around. It waits for me to drown, It slithers down. I feel it now, The sense of loss, The longing, It hands me the crown Forces itself to bow, All as it slithers down. There it hangs upon the cross,…
It’s when you realise, You’ve been living your life in a clever disguise, The kind where no one really sees what’s behind your eyes, The kind which dries those cries and acts as if you live with unnatural highs. Well what I see is people not taking the time to listen, Living in a…
If selflessness was an inborn trait, I’d say you have it ten fold, It’s as if when you chose to join this earth God gave you a piece of his soul. You’ve taught us so much, If I listed it I’d feel a little cheesy, Instead I want to recognise how much you’ve done completely,…
They’re going to kill me she said, And she didn’t mean the scarecrows. She told me all about it as we sat discussing, Her pain, Her strife, Her woes. She told me of her heart and its icy metal core, Spoke of how she wished she had the strength to let it thaw. And as…
‘No-one seems to understand’ You say while tracing the lines on the palm of your hand. ‘No-one gets to see the pain, That plagues me every single day’ The struggle is invisible, It goes beyond anything you could class as clinical, It’s like staring down the barrel of a gun and wondering ‘is this fixable’.…
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