Sea rolls in
Sea rolls out
Seagulls screech .
Friends come.

I fell in love with my idol
He toppled me, I lay flat,
He towered me, I stood strong.
He cast me out. I'm done praying.
The totem rodded me
And I received.
Let someone else prostrate before that draft ******* plank.
Silly painted branch. Graffitied with lies.

Jam. Pickle. Poison.
Relish. Garnish. Poison.
Chutney. Flourish. Poison.
Poison. Poison. Poison.

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.

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.

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.

Henry's come to town.
Hose blazing, pipe's choking
Engine whirring
Henry's come to town
Town buzzing, apothecary open.
Henry's come to town.
Dust dancing, bags empty
Carpets trembling, dust lines vanishing.
Henry's done in town.
Carpets sparkling, bags are clear.
Towns sleepy apothecary's empty
Henry's been in town.
Henry smiled as he trundled back home.

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.

Sometimes I'm alone,
Smothered by everyone,
always so alone.
Drowning in love,
So alone,
Strangled by thier voices,
Alone.

Invincibility has been dispensed,
To a floundering tattered caped hero.
As he dashes about, crunching under his own hype.
Never injured. Always there. Never wanted.
Never needed. Always square. Never useful.
Invincible to a fault.
Destroying cities to preserve a postcard.
That was never ever there.

Will someone save the crocodile?
Please, help help help help.
The puppy need's throwing into the water,
It's freezing in here. These blankets are stifling.
In my canoe of warm hot panic.
**** the bed. I've got paint stuck in my nails.
Topsy turvy. I'm the mumble bee and this is my garden.

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.

The sun cleaved into his eyelids.
He stuttered into life.
Showered with regret and shame
He toweled himself down.
He stared into the mirror.
And readied his venom,
To spit again.

Hello?
Are you there? I've been thinking about things.
About what you said.
Did you mean it?
What you said?
It was nasty.
Horrid.
I'll speak to you tomorrow.

His rotten sleeves waft in the wind
Sleepily staining the air
He swirls in his stench
Flouncing in stink
Hatefully spinning his song.

Wildly turning
His zombie breakdown
Bellowing a gutteral noise

He spins till he bleeds
Staining the earth.
The onlookers gawp at the show.

The circle slows down
His pulverised ankles
Can no longer keep up the dance.

He slumps in a puddle
A grave of his making
A corpse
A posterity curse.

Crying into the bath
It soaks its sponge.
The pink lather writhes in its fingers.

Bleeding from the wrists
It dabs tentatively.
The sponge adds red to pink

It soaks the sponge again,
In the vat of redder bubbles.
The copper scent claws up its nose.

Its arms loose grip
Of the cleansing sponge
Its mind fades red to black.

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.

Are you not happy?
All alone?
This is what you wanted?
All along?

Deafened by silence.
All alone.
Burned all his bridges.
On his way home.

Calamity up the nostrils
In tidy little lines.
Chaos behind the eyes
In sly uneven smiles.

Clink of glass on glass
Life blood pouring forth
Cold and sour
Slick and good
The haze will claim us soon

Heartbeat clipping at his brain
He lies in his puddle of misery
Breath absent
Feelings dull
A smile rips across his face.

Stupor putrefies.
Knees wobble and hands prostrate.
Spirit slows its breathing.
Beholden to the madness
Laity massed around.
Sip. Sip. Drip. Drip.
Pray the sun doesn't rise tomorrow.

The finger seeps from the clouds,
caressing the corners of his mind.
His eyes widen at the horror.
Pulse fast, hands cold.
Decision final.
Go again.

Hungry are the hands that claw out the brain,
In a fit of absent envy for the thrill of yesterday,
Slickened in blood and wine as it congeals around the mouth,
It pours into the toilet, a buffet consumed, destroyed.

Crust around the edges
Of a molten black blancmange.
Sealing in the flavour.
A magnificent masterpiece.

He pushes at his straight lines,
It's heaven in there,
Whole and pure and white,
It's wholesome.
It's tingling and tantalising.
Add one can for flavour.
My god just let me sleep.
Forever.

Under a veil of terror,
It wipes its lips,
It's kiss a kindness,
A nightmare for small children.

How deep.
Does.
The Satan Pit.
Go.

We're still alive, just,
Where do we go from here?
Above the water the salvo in my lungs.
Still alive.
Still thought's in my mind
Still poison through my veins.
Still shallow breathing,
Still shallow heartbeat.
Where do we go from here?
Drowning in the blood pool,
Explosions fill my mind.
Tendrils tell of warning signs
Can we hold them all,
Cuddling soothsaying doom.
Lets live and let go.

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.

Role play,
Foul play,
Masks hang on the ground today.
Tired eyes,
Pretty lies,
Silhouettes in bloom today.

So forlorn,
You hide behind smiles.
So bitter,
Your sheathe your spittle, smile.
Only you know what this madness is, doubt
You'd ever know if those words were cried out,
I'd die a thousand times you'd only smile,
I've died a thousand times and you stayed quiet.

Will anyone ever see,
The loneliness behind,
These callous, hateful, hollow, spiteful,
Lonely eyes of mine.

Holding, close to you tonight.
So cold, we shiver. Our minds
Beg closeness, but know only fight,
Our dark words twisting the light.

Beholden
I am begun.
Halted by the myth,
Its peace, a mist, an avalanche.
An ember, flickering in a babies eye.
Beholden. Afowl. Anew.
A ghost.

Rattling eyes,
Secrets and lies,
Pray the sun is blind tomorrow.

Calling from our home,
Ghosts are spooking over,
Hands holding the cold.
Our exorcist gazebo.

Strawberries and cream,
Mouth is chewing toenails.
Bucket full of smoke.
Smoke alarms enabled.

Disaster will unfold,
Loneliness without me.
Calling you from home,
Calling home without me.

I know its plain
I know its sane
I know its white and hung outside
And the nails are inside out.
And they crisp you dry.
Its so lonely when the eye's are blind
And they look away, outside.
Its almost like your tomb is inside out .
Your mausoleum is spitting out pen pals.
Its lonely when you're hung out to dry,
Like an angel delight thats butterscotch blind.
Hanging high beneath the beetroot sky.
It won't matter now.
They'll blind thier eyes.

The Dredger dragged its death across the fields of bountiful children.
The father's, with murderous eyes scathed the land with thier gaze.
The mother's cradled the future, bleeding wildly from thier womb.
Palms against the sky the parents embrace. Familial certainty binding thier ****** in bleach white bandages.
The matrimonial baptism dredges on.

An empire of a man,
Nestled deep under the sun.
A sign, to march back home.

A man within the moon,
Emblazoned across the earth,
Home, a long way off.

An inferno moulds the void
Rapture embrace; the sky,
As empire stains the dust.

Falsetto feelers,
The audience is deaf.
Crescendo seekers,
Tone ******* deaf.

Mind your own business,
Screams out the crowd,
The deafness is deafening.
The artist now bows.

The beast cuddled the angry pixie,
And it writhed. So he crushed the pixie.
The beast tentatively held the pixie,
And it bit him. So he squished the pixie.
The beast stayed close to the pixie,
And it burned him. So the beast hated the pixie.
The beast spoke with the pixie,
And it sassed him. So the beast hissed at the pixie.
The beast listened to the pixie,
And it soothed him. So the beast cuddled the angry pixie.

See, I told you she has gone,
The friend that you once wore.
The one you loved alone.
Left you on your own.
I told you. She has gone.

Empty.
Please take the world away from me.
Quietly,
Slit away,
Hands from the outside.

Hush now puppet.
The strings are ******* in bows.
Claws off stage with fingers tangled,
Cleave into the brain.

Why is it a 1000 voices?
All yelling the same **** thing?
Fall onto a 1000 deaf ears?
Knowing whats best for me?

I can't stop the endless voices,
Crashing about my ears,
But I have my endless poison
To wipe up those concerned tears.

A friend once said to me,
I'm worried sugar,
I'm worried what we've become.
'I'm worried how much you're doing, sugar'
The sugar soon solves his woes.

My Louise,
Chaos when you're near,
Madness when you're far.
Never too far away from me.
My Louise.

For one quiet day,
The queen sits and rules.
Her subjects love her,
Her people adore her,
She is royal and good.

Her palace shrieks,
Insurrection crashing about her ears,
Crisis biting at her jewel adorned heels.
Yet she slays in her finery,
Marching about the halls
Because her people absolve her.

This Queen is good.
This Queen is royal.
The people love thier Queen.
Her peers loom over the queen.

The day is quiet.
The queen does good.

For one quiet day.

The mood is blue,
The day is blue,
The red has taken over.
The red is clean,
Close and pure.
The red washing at the blue.
The blue is true,
The red cuts through,
This purple mess is mine.
Its royal blue, as red bleeds through,
My blue man walks on by.

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