Secrets. Soundless as a butterfly.
Love bleeding. Don't cry now.
A secret is bled for those who bathe in sound.
Butterfly flies on. Cries of death and pain fall loosely into the air.

Do we see the echos of heart?
Shining there, so beautiful.
Holding on, soldier strong.
Distance is a dream gone by.
Holding on for one more time.

I called you home.
Cold and afraid.
Blood on the glass, took you on.
Mirror, red hole. I saw the change.
I called you home.
Deep, in the stain.
I saw the mirror.

Let the concrete pour,
Entomb the fly.
Chain the entrance
To a mausoleum of business.
The restless don’t know they’re at rest.

Leaking wrists
Final twists
Weak knees
Hugs please.

When there's **** all else to do.
What else is there to turn to?

When your mind is on the edge.
With no-one to talk it down.
When you said good morning to your own mother
When your knees just want to buckle
When the end is oh so close
But you don't believe in ghosts
When you're prattling on inside you're own head
When not one useful words being said
When you have friends you're going to miss but they'll never see you like this
When you just want to scream it all out but you've nothing useful to shout.
When you want the world to bend to your selfish will.
But it shouldn't. Because that's selfish.

Ducking under puffy men the priest retreats to his chapel and begs the black chair for forgiveness.

She Bled.
She's hopeful.
Call quiet, distant voices.
Tik tok time once lived.
A favour on the edge of a stream.
Secrets stay by. Watch them drift past.
Fetus. Following dreams. In clouds. Carved on blood.
The child will live.
Cries in paper. Synthetic tubes. Manufacturer magnificence.
From its glass dome it surveys the world.
It's happiness unknown through the sacrifice of its host.

Running through these brisk fields, swimming with reeds of happiness.
Not a care in the world for the fields that lie beyond.

We're both unkind.
So stop telling porkies
I'm a vegetarian.

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 *******

Dark becomes daylight,
But I just see dark.

Reservoir,
Abattoir,
Miracle of life.

Do you crave it? The feeling. So abrasive.
You may touch it. Caress it if you wish. But it isn't yours, I promise you.
It's nails, can you feel it?
Cutting.
Hope you feel healed.
Reach for more.
Dare to grasp at it.
Fingertips
Reach for a smile.

Coming to.
Senses blurred and hurting,
Vision swirls to find colour in black.
Ears hear too much,
Can't make sense of it all.
Face is sticky and warm.
Fingers trace it's source
White-hot pain turns black vision grey.
Breath is hard to catch.
Grey to white to Blue
To sounds.
Surrounded by chatter and noise.
'don't move sir, the ambulance is on its way'

Strange kind of leaves.
Sullen whilst stroking at the breeze.
Is there a word for 'off green'?
Depressed lime?
Let's just water it and call it a sad tree.

Feeling pretty low
Happy with the state of things.
Some say.
Hardly though.
Things are not ideal.

Lost in the dark, guided by what you hate.
Reaching the void, empty, going insane.
You call yourself a monster.
But you're not.
You see yourself in the mirrors of pain, and see your hollow soul.

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

Craven heart. Silly child.
Guttural howl for a life never lived.
Would you even know?
Can you even know?
No-ones going to catch you when you fall.

'Wake up your brain boy!'
'they want in!'
You don't want them in, do you?
You shake your head, tentatively.
And you hate everyone because you're vile, yes?
Yes sir.

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

He keeled over
Poor dog.
He liked that one.
She smiled, strawberry mouth.
He blossomed. Flowers I'm frost.
'**** on it'
He muttered as he hallucinated.
Tripping absolute *****, chewing gum.
south. Shirt and tie.
'yes'
They admitted.
Hired darling.
Come, walk under the ladder.
He did
They laughed.
He slit his wrists because it was Tuesday.

Funny, how the mirror reflects more than you show.

A gift from ages past.
Finds a knowing sight
From a clouded view.
A grenade to throw
To silence the crowd,
They're quiet for now.

Our lives are far from home.
You seek truth inside the tomes.
Our lives are leaking outward.
I'm stuck here with your anemia.
I pray to the altar of the blade God.

The blood that washes away the flood just turns the water a deeper shade of red.

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.

Throat.
To the stars.
A cave.

Blade on wrist.
It moves, politely.
Wishing only to serve.
Master at hand. Steel to blood.
He's happy.
He relinquishes his world.

Feverish hands for applause.
jittery in gesture. fingers and tongues.
and thumbs. and limbs.
Sprawl and crawl.
What a creature
creature comfort
blanket to pain.
must wrap up in the medicine duvet.
burrito me up, serve me hot.

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.

Grab the hand and don't slip.
Loosening, shake off the still.
Breeze catching corpse.
Rotten. Maggots. Drafting
Hopeful and lost. Desperate.
Solice in silence.

Stay behind
Behind
See you later.
Queue here please

Here I am
Drowning in this familiar dirt puddle.
That stretches for miles.
The rubber ring bobs by
Leaving it's crystal temptation trail
It's life saving trail.
And so I grab it
And float
For a while longer.

Poltergeist.
Hidden in the depths of a man's design.
Always waiting.
Always causing the next nightmare.
But then, just then. The Man wakes up. And realises that the shadows of himself are the shades he created in the dark.
And then he smiles.
Because he knows he's terrified of himself.

Mind crumble, obsolete.
Shadow shame.
Defeat.
Lecture, grind.
Flounder in the dirt.
Hands out
Saints stay inside.
Howl.
Unworldly, beg.
Warm dirt.
Not far from home.

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

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?

But it burns
We are
Your sins, and feel goods.
Wiping, shiny, none.

Give the begger a little gift.
A silly ******* sunrise.
Hope. For a fortune laced with gunpowder.
Give him that hope.
That penguin wrapper joke of hope.
And watch what happens.

Drag him up
and tear him down.
Join the crowd and sing.

Flabby clap, slap slap
Lips flapping applauding yourself.
Encore, more, MORE
Keep going, chub rub mouth.
Nasty death breath.

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

Waking the void,
Blacker than black.
Emptier than empty.
The void is awake.
And empty.

Professional chef of a niche cuisine, pupils dilate and Michelin stars glow bright
Such succulent food the gods grow jealous. Body heavy the brain retires to sleep.
Trapped in a duvet tumbling down stairs. The peach canvas is painted in spots.
The cheetah will rise again soon, hungry once again.

Did you not see me before?
I hid my eyes so you wouldn't feel.
From tomorrow, higher as the curtain falls. In sequence as we now keel over.
Applause for those who earned it, the Mexican's do not wave. Maybe next time.

Pennies clatter, happy chant.
Change hangs heavy, metal *****.
Such a rich thrill.
Copper courage. Bronze boldness.
But what did you loose?
With your pants down your ankles and pennies strewn across the floor?

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.

Have you eaten?
I heard you bleeding.
Dripping, that metallic drop.
Come now, feed.
Wrist is on the menu.
Scrumptious sin.
Seems hell is nearer and more real.