How are you so deep. How are you so afraid.
How can you go so low?
How sad. How lonesome do you feel.
How do you get there?
How do you find us here?
How are we so near?
We're your your friends.
Your pins, and needles.
Blooded, come with us.

Salivating, you swirl around my tongue.
My taste buds drown in your pleasure.
My teeth stand strong, knees weak.
The moment is gone.
Draining down the throat.
My teeth rot. My brain begins to frenzy.
My tongue longs again for your affection.
Clammy fingers fumble the bag.
Salivating once more,
Hand comes to mouth.

They say that life is fleeting,
I wish mine would fleet right off.
Loved ones say 'you can't mean that'
I say fleet them all.
Fleet you, your mum, your whole **** family,
Fleet the fleeting dog.
Fleet this world that I live in,
This fleetless fleeting pit.

'are you finished?' loved ones kindly protest.
'No I'm fleeting not!'
Fleet you all, and please kindly
Let me fleet to memory.

Bonfire shower,
Scrub the life away,
Tap severed,
Burning bridges light my way.

The corset grows tighter
The mind thickens with the weight of the plot
The screen gets brighter as the moon clouds the sound
The viens grow nearer to the claws that keep them flowing.

Hands around your throat
Side by side
Watching the sun go down

Insanity slipping through
the cracks in a chapped lip grin.
Its all ok
It was never ok.
It will never ever be ok.

Just say cheese.

You call yourself a monster,
But your not.
You creep in the dark,
Hello with the the chocolate.
Sweetness in pantomime,
Make me believe,
Forever a story,
Make me a slave
You called yourself a monster.
But you're not.
I weep for everything I got,
And watch you as you rot.

Seems silly to me.
Truth is a sycophantic nightmare.
The most Craven hearts stumble over the boldest moves.
Everyones OK
Nobody's crippled by despair.
Everyone swims in the same shallow puddle.
Of desperation
And then I ask you how you are.
And you regurgitate the same putrid line.
I'm alright.
Seems silly to me.

An adult discussion.
A slave to his name, as long as he's happy.
An axe to the face. A wound he can warm in.
A slash to the heart. A cave he can scheme in.
An ******* he can dine in.
A feast for his ego.
No raised words.
No arguments.
He can't unfuck me.
An adult discussion.

Ripped away,
When we said we were close.
She won't love you like I can.
Yet here I am.
Your dead allotment.
Bitter and fertile. Just how you left me.

Can I have my medicine?
The fist smashes through the cabinet,
Holding a blooded hand of normal.
As the mirror shatters,
And the hand insists,
Its life drip trailing across his choice.
He decides no.
He's ill. He's bloodied. He's lonely.
He's terminally free.
He stares into the glass as it warps away whole.
The blood pools and drains. And swirls.
A pantomime sworn in and sworn away.
Never again will he pill up for pantomime.
When the stage he rots on runs him by.
They bow and decay.
And he stands lifeless.
As the show rolls on.