Top hats off for the king returns.
Killing time. The monarch is heavy.
Cradles go buy. Silent. Streams and songs.
Aren't you happy with your eyes to the sun?
Say a prayer for tomorrows never seen.
The Queen weeps, for a Kingdom lost, a child her king could not provide.

Happiness in days
Singles out to none
Weekends bustling by
Hollows when it's dawn.

Silvers fine. Ornate in my bed.
Crystal vase, crumbs rattling heads.
Brown is pure. Veins, dont come near.
Chocolate ship, sailing through sand.
Secrets melt away. Hide the needle.

Hands on face, masquerade ball.
Mask down for the truth.
Hideous.

Did you know?
Craziness is creeping roumd the corner. Teeth welcomeness, lights. Recycling bracing.

If I crawled when there was no need to.
If I soiled myself. In the cold hard dark.
If I allowed my pulse to stain the floor.
Would there still be a tomorrow?

And this, my friends, is it. This brown bed of molten iron you call a home is doing everything in its power to ****** you.

Haha what ******* absolute gibberish.
The screen is glazed with honey.
Words. What are words when the honey is so sweet. Sweet enough to drown out insignificance.
The screen of honey is strong and is a sieve for *****.

The sudden realisation that you're toxicaly self aware is poisoness and astounding and who the **** even cares. You're a hippo you're a butterfly, a god. And you're deeply, unrepentantly alone. In your hole. Down your well. Floating in a stream up that doesn't exist.

I look like the biggest *******.
When I'm stumbling about the house watching square faces become diagonal.
They ask
Are you OK, why are you looking at me like that?
Am alrigghhtt, am jusstt lucking.
Silly square heads being all diagonal.
Leave me to be a *******

My days end was entirely my fault, that day.
I was the one that drank 9 cans of lager, and licked that sweet, sweet ecstasy like it was sherbert dip dab.
And my arms went dead.
And I was drifting in a cloud of pure euphoria.
And the dog was looking at me all silly like.
And I was the one who was bored and lost enough to do this on my own, by myself, with the dog.
And so, when the pulse settles, and the room is no longer spongy, and the dog doesn't feel as soft and luscious.
I guess I'll see you on the other side.

Does the way out come to those who ask politely?
Asking for a friend.

Bang. BANG.
and he's gone.
His life pulses out through the hole in his neck. That's what got him.
Sad really. I liked Paul.
Now let's throw a party WHEHEY!

Tip toe across the toad stools.
Your toad will be the biggest stool!
Someday.
But not today.
Tip toe tap dance silly little fool. Ghoul.
Hideous in hiding. Gremlin gonna get it.
It's a ******* monster in the mirror!
What mirror where?!
Over there!
The fool tip toe tap dancing to a silly little tune, a silly little fool.

Your hand in mine
Crossing clouds, through time.
I'll be there soon,
And never will I loose you again.

Brutality crashes down upon insignificance. Salt, seasoning it's voracious appetite for more as it gorges ever near. Ceaseless in its endeavour to destroy.
The Man marvels at the tide as he basks in its glorious spray, he'll move when he finishes his cigarette.

Silvers of rock, carpet secrets lost to time.
Knowledge cocooned in a blanket of sand.
Civilisations sleep soundly beneath the waves.
All this, whilst you drift on by.

Cleave from the field of trees,
deep root seers grasp,
sorrow through the past,
stems grow through the last.
Grave most graceful sees beyond.

Silver beckons,
Platinum calls.
jewelers precision.
diamond drops, necklace impossibility.
azure coast, cries oceans of gold.
clamshell closure. kick back at the jellyfish.
ocean spray to wash it all away.
sandcastle liquidation from a avalanche of chance.
frame it in platinum, here for stands a masterpiece.
said the seaweed.

Lay still, poltergeist is causing your demons.
pray it all away.
come too, demons  proved too much to handle
pay us more money.

Far and wide we wonder for it.
Here
Now
Waiting for you.
Holy light trails upon you.
Come
See
Shines upon you.
Blindness seeks the concrete realness
Touch
Feel
I'm real and see-through.
Stone meets hand and enlightenment blankets you.
Reality
Touchable
You need my texture.

A shadow in silence, stained by the mess you made.
A whisper in quiet, ghostly honest play.
Hands in the dark, playing a game of pain
Nobody knows the fear in which you reign.
You call yourself a monster?
But your pure.
I see the  faces of the in-between.
And see reality pour.

Triangle praise
clappy happy shapes.
Tall librarian,  robes slipping underneath his own worth.
pennies to donate, salaried sanctity.
Precious metal prayer.
hatred of man, verse cursed, line lynched.
And thus begins todays mass sin.
turn to page three hundred and hatred forth.

ceiling stares,
too many stairs.
basin call ,
shower halls.
Eyes wide awake, stumbling trying to find my feet.
concrete composure, brick beckoning.
south is forward north is back, out is now.

Sleeping in disgrace,
Stellar's dancing grace.
Stars and moons are home.
Freezing, biting, lone.
Icy candle warmth.
Cold is warm as home.
home is warm as cold.

All I hear shouting.
Mind is a zoo.
Eyes darting, closures.
Glass, open view.
Clapping and staring,
Rope, hand, and wood.
Flashes of cameras,
neck, noose and jump.

Cigarettes and chewing gum,
pheromones and alcohol, decisions left unreversed.
Bike shed museum masterpiece.
Bus shelter, fascinating splay of life and scheduled delivery.

Crystal crayons blister, paper and displays.
harnessed colour is shade for next days plain.
Paper cuts and blisters, felt tip sprays
graphite scrape and chalk screech, soundless piece
Blankest page, dead mans canvas.
colour, scribble, go on and paint.

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.

The wax congeals pointlessly.
Purpose burned in flame.
Scent ecstatic.
The Man is pleased through waste
Plasticy. Poison.
Cheesy grins all round.

As the red life pumps away down the drain, and the knife tears the artery open. The shocking pain is subsided. Knowing I will never suffer this misery again.

Monolith of despair.
Obsidian door. But open a crack.
Enough to see the pain shining through.
I knock on the sarcophagus.
She answers tentatively.
Painful, anxious.
The mummy is awake,
Today is a good day.

Rain on, take all my life
Stain on, say what I can't.
Rain on, all of the past
Stain on, stain on my soul.

Wrapped around me
Circles dead
Drenched in blood
Hang em high let em dry
Sunny herbs
Awful stench.

Shame you're a game
Untoward and outward.
Never did understand it.
Cowardly within reason
Just a touch.

Eyes down first number,
Curtain call on pain,
That's it folks the shows over,
Game set match,
Call time
Enough is enough.

If the shoe fits, buy the matching top and let's call it an outfit.

The sky is blue
The pavement grey
And I'm feeling particularly gay
It's a good life
It's a good day
To slit your throat.

A mothers kiss on a toddlers cheek.
Beaming, love. Eyes
Full. Of pure love and joy.
Warmth flowing. Boundless ecstatic embrace.
Tourniquet released.
Needle ascension.
Eyes to God.

Seeing waves in a foggy clouded view.
They crash and roll like potatoes in a stew.
The day is fierce and nobody seems to care.
I roll around wishing someone was there.

Sunshine whenever you turn my way.
gibberish rays coat my face.
you don't half chat some beautiful ****.
quotable, worrisome,  
but my perfect tremendously disastrous
friend.

This is all that you wanted
All that you prayed and dreamed
This is all that you cried for
In your lonley silent screams.
The silver is what you long for
The Red path of hollow cries.
Run fast the race is over.
Sleep now, be still in dreams.

constellations swirl,
under rigid toes.
such wonder and certainty.
the black plug hole drinks.
Insatiable thirst for more.

Killing men in the forest of shadows
of showdowns in the bountiful standoff.
trees, people, bullets, compost.
breath in, leaves green lungs bloodied.
breath out leaves brown lungs blue.
water on the leaves
red on brown
skin to trunk
leaves to forest.

'Are they attacking?!'
Exclaimed Lieutenant Always On Guard.
'No, the neighours are having a barbeque'
Replied General Come inside.

I crawl to bed , a silent dream to a melodies' prayer,
off I whisper, my begging, to clouds.
and you know the sound of sin.
happy he is, the fruitful snake,
the life that terminates at a humans gaze.
soundless sarin. gaseous respiration
out of necessity at the manufactured devil as he smiles
his job is complete
he always gets his mark,
if you believe.
its always hands that strangle the throat.

Silken sad scenes of sorrow,
a picturesque portrait of dreams.
oily and carbon and straight.
lines narrate pigment projections.
sad in itself, and its watercolour whim.
the artists vision will not waver.
The self portrait must always be finished,
to display the man.

tears,
from a mermaids chains.
in a cold wet human blanket.
she rolls and tumbles to be free.
from what she is.
free and fantasy.

Brave he is.
The Knight.
Sleeping gently,
In his bed of wine and ******.
And fear.
At the sword at the neck.
The bright slash to break the daydream.
Armour flashes to flesh.
To bread, the fleshes armour.
Starvation Steel Plate.
The rebellion is hungry.
The armory will provide defence.

Don't shut the door to the noise.
The room is crazy loud
White walls and blank.

Hanging high
Seeing sky's
Stop the twitch
Happy for now, for you.
Me myself and I.
Eye balling Rotten white
Sad. A shame. Travesty.
Fickle in its burden.