Chance dealt me a cold dark kiss
Planted it straight and long
I tasted nothing, except the abyss
Changing everything to wrong

So few people, church cold as metal
The things I had are gone
Aching tears, wilting petals
The things we should have done

Take away this photograph
It’s her hand I need to hold
No words to meet this epitaph
My heart once bought, now sold

The picture of my life thing
One that’s trodden down so small
Faltering now, without a wing
No soul in the world to call

On the edge of this, on the edge of me
Tilting, fraying, blowing, waving…

Blue stare, rapid, World ascending
In to the dizzy skies
Sick of giving, drained of lending
Morality never buys

Burning like a used up bullet
Melting mass in my slip stream
I couldn’t push, I had to pull it
Parachute this thin esteem

Clutching the empty space
Oxygen chilling veins
Miles by the second, sheer
Faster than it rains

My days blew out like a second sun
Peace came rushing with my last
Silence cried from my empty lungs
My future joined my past

Crushed up, flat, and in the dust
There’s not a second left
No music, flowers or a fuss
A stranger stood and wept

Phil Stewart 2011: Fictional