Ghosts on my shoulder whisper in my ear
Telling me things that I don’t want to hear,
Kneeling at the feet of the choices I’ve made
Whilst possible pasts form a long, sad parade,
It’s summer again and the sun promises love
Sent on warm photons from the heavens above
But the sun keeps hiding behind Tupperware skies
Whilst clouds cry salty tears from irritated eyes
The night brings fear of the day soon to come
Sleep brings dreams; a refuge for some
But dreams of paralysis to me are nothing new
I’m frozen to the spot now, a nightmare statue
Get up, get dressed, there’s a stone to shove
To earn my reward from those up above
So I can pay all the bills that I can't afford
Until rich enough to indulge in offshore tax fraud
Forked tongue liars selling snake oil on TV
Doesn't really mean all that much to me
When smashed bits of porcelain cover the floor
And howling creatures are scratching at the door
Eyes once blue begin to turn steely grey
Cynicism bites and eats the child in me away
Soon to be a figment of an ephemeral past
I suppose some things just aren’t meant to last

Wandering the well-worn grooves,
Listening to the echoes
of my possible futures and pasts,
En el jardin de senderos que se bifurcan

So here I am, in the future; everything is shiny
and the traffic is in the sky,
The revolution didn't come and now
the people with all the toys
dance on our memories and laugh.
The rest of us, shorn of our locks and
once mighty powers,
spend the rest of our days,
eyeless in Gaza,
grinding grain at the mill.

I know you are out there
howling in the darkness,
Moonlight glinting in your
eyes of blackest opal,
With the sweet scent of
blood in your nostrils,
you wait like Anubis,
Guardian of the Scales,
to determine whether
my soul is heavier
than an ostrich feather

We look into each other’s eyes
Green mixes into blue,
You kiss me, I bite you
Breaking the skin,
Your blood on my lips
The butterfly between your thighs
Gently flutters its wings
Sending shockwaves throughout your body
I feel the beast in me rise
Tonight, you are the orchard
And I am the snake
And all of your apples
Are mine to take