Steel of Damascus,
Skin exposed.
Dog walks in.
Dog eyed grin.
Steel holstered.
Treat Tuesday.

Tears. Icicles against the concrete.
His semicircular view of a world passing by.
He wept. Crystals, chest freezer vista.
The warmth of friends seemed so distant.
Sand dunes on a simple path.
Gasping for air he longed for moisture.
Silly oasis would never come.
His friends loaded the chat and he wasn't there.
And they wondered if he really meant what he said.

Newspaper Sunday,
Another day gone.
Clawing the clockface, for just one more rave.
Hiding from sunrise, I've seen it before.
Cold and empty. Weekend comes round.
Craving beige in an candle of colours,
Holding out for an impromptu paint spill.
Beige has never seemed so intense.
When the world is beige, so bright I'm blind.
I'll shut my eyes and hide in the dark,
My different beige will light up the spark.

Crack pipe lyrics
Can you feel your lips?
Puff in the smoke
Ocarina of time,
Smoke on the water
As you ******* your mind.
Blanket of troubles,
Show bed relief,
People passing by
Let them gawp at your needs.
Handle circumstances
All that you can
Fumble in the playground
Of the world in hands.
Smoke another pipe
Let it sink in your skin.
The world's no longer sideways
And you can hear yourself think.

Red kimono.
She scoops him up.
The liquid kimono fills her arms.
Wailing to the sky.
Nobody hears.
She stares through the tears.
The tears at the tears.
His wrists draining in her arms.
A mother can bleed for a child.
And die for him.
But not live for him.

A knife
Needs a home.
My blood,
Leaves it's host.
Blessed, steel on bones.
Forbidden ritual.
On our own.
No-one to care.
For tomorrow.

Head upon the railroad steel,
Let us see how much you feel.
Iron horse stampedes your way,
Let us see how much you sway.
Head dismembered neck bleeds out,
Perhaps you should have just pulled out.