Normality trickles on by
Whilst I suffocate on the banks.
Such a pretty poison, glistening in the sun.
To suffocate or drown in toxic sludge.
To choke or hang.
Pass me the rope, It'll soon be weekend.

Tell me,
What do you see?
Tell me,
Will I be free?
Do you, feel what I feel?
Make me, feel how you feel.

Mother.
What do you see?
Do you, see what I see?
Is this, how you saw me?
Will you, ever see me?
This way, yours, who knows? Maybe?

You pay tribute to an absent monarch. You're a vassal to a non existant Kingdom.
The throne of your gods sits empty.

She sought her ciggies
In her dressing gown of glory
She lit up
And said
'you alright?'

It was Gustav Hunger that brought the storm.
We watched in agony at the cruelty of it.
Children beheaded in the orchards.
Our hands are bloodied now.
Nothing grows in the fields of sorrow.
The expanse is blinding. Gustav says we are to be made into honest and true working folk.
He killed Annie mason yesterday.
I miss my boy.

‘I just feel like my life is a crumbling lie and I can’t keep lying to people anymore it’s like my whole thought process is unraveling and I feel people are starting to stare through the cracks and I can feel their glare on my organs and I desperately try to seal them out but they keep prying at me with their sticky horrible words and buttered judgement and I just want to run and vanish and loose everything on my terms, you know?’

‘IDK do some yoga or something.’

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.

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

It's tendrils sneak round,
Cutting and soothing,
They wrap up the the pain.

A tightness, a feeling.
A familiar smile on crusty lips.

A breeze, pumping through the eyes.

The hand to the head, the massage.
Familiar. Rooted deep.
Gripped, soothed, sweetened.
Dripping, eyes wide.
The oracle awakened

'it comes'.

Your chains are all I want
Captive, crazy. Hateful scar. Screaming
Agonising chokehold. Squirming. Painless whisper, murderous embrace.

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.

As my world burns,
All I have ever loved,
All gone.

As the flame licks at my skin.
As my flesh is melted
As the last embers leave my eyes.

As I am changed by the flame
As I become the fallen phoenix.
I am embraced by flame.

So. I look like a massive *******.
When all is do is self deprived nonessential cuntish behaviour.
Those outside can see with clarity.
What's happening to me.
But on the inside those outdoor eyes are always so unfriendly and hostile and, just, well, ******* nosey.

The wedding bells struck
As lady Veronica marched down the aisle.
Her gay boyfriend stood still in his shoes.

'my love?' He asked tentatively.
'you're doing just fine' she smiled.

She laid her hand on his chest.
Togetherness in all.

'my love.'  he replied.


Veronica drew up her dress as if a sword.

'We are to be wedded priest. Make it happen'.

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.

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 Cigarette,
The smokey pillows soften the air
A Beer,
For that snap, crackle, and pop.

Golden shoes walk a silver path.
Jeweler looks on through enviable emeralds.
Dull hum of green, backstage shine.
Jade blocks.
Then to the sapphire lake. Clattering, rolling over each other. Chance to shimmer lost in waves of chips and tarnish.
The jeweler is happy with his work, and so shall charge double.

Bricks
Blood
Mortar
******.

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

The end is oh so sweet.
We're telling the story as they see it.
As they want to hear it.
To take it in.
They try to adopt it.
And we spiel on. Speak and spiel and ramble. A sad story never told but never heard. And never listened to.
Our deaf concert. Our gouged eyed gallery.
Ours but silent.
Ours but deficient.
Ours but just for us.
As we twirl down and around this silly path together, one tiptoe behind the other.
You and me him and I.
The object and the thing.
This is me and we are it.
The object, slammed and squished down the plughole, by grotty fingers through a grimey grate. That is grateful. Because. And this is the real cuntfucker.
I am.
I exist.
I stain a stainless slab of green.
In an endless ocean of nightmares for those that have vision to see but are deaf enough to see. And
Now you have it
My heart in your hands.
And the beat is a rhythm for you to play.
So let the deconstructed Orchestra fill the room.
And let's allow.
Just this once.
The little boy to sing.

The angle is clear, go.
We saw all thier hopelessness.
Pray heaven for them, they weep thier lonely songs.
Crying empty tears through moulded heartless glass goggles.
Clawing at what is set before,
We see what we bled behind,
The laceration, crystal inevitability.
Hindsight is a hand grenade.
Would you blow up yourself?
Pieces. Jigsaw. Do they match up?
Black bag demon swimming effortlessly through the air. He knows his destination and he glides effortlessly across the chunks of human.
Cradle to the grave. Polyethylene panther.
Silent in its mission but getting tired of a full meaty meal. What makes a bodybag in the desert?

The anxiety and excitement is palpable,
Gnawing at the mind, claw finger probing.
Who cares which entrance just shove in!

'please take a seat and wait sir, your journey will begin soon'.
Relax and take in the scenery as light comes alive.
Is the expectation.
The reality is crushing and humiliating.
Dreams shredded. Hopes shattered.
The plane did not leave the run way and disintegrated into a heap of disappointment.

Time to book a different flight.

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.

Pray, the saints go wild.
Sin and the gods smile wide.

Hiding in a blanket
Prayer lost in a church,
Shielded in a pew but no-one cares that you're there,
It isn't why you're looking when you're feeling the burn,
Thoughts exorcising reason and it's all you can bare.

Tomes providing reason,
When you're lost and alone,
As you see the gold and silver, and you feel you're at home.
But just behind the curtain peeking cold and afraid,
Is the same possessive helplessness that you feel in your veins.

Are you blessed on holy contact
When you roll back your sleeves?
Are you baptised by the needle as it washes your needs?
As the vestments of your eyelids black the white of your eyes,
As the emptiness and loneliness comes to blacken your sky.

The prayer that you speak when you need God the most.
Is the silence as you see him when he runs through your host.

And when ***** fills your lungs and you've completed the prayer,
When the tourniquet is loosened and your veins breathe some air,
When the needle bows it's head and you can writhe in dark,
When nobody is looking and you don't know where you are...

Feel him wash, and cleanse your soul.
Leopard stigmata, forgotten soul.
Breath is a whisper. Lie in your hole.

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.

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.

Even in my wildest dreams...
I'm here. Waiting for you.
In our secret place.
Our place.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for you to free me.
From times chains,
From you.
I'm waiting.
Waiting for you to free me.
From you.

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.

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

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.

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.

If algorithms had flavour it would probably taste like McDonald's.

So many walls
so much crushing grey
and bars stretching up to the clouds.
On and on for miles around
and the noise, the constant noise,
that rings and pounds
on and on
to the hearts twisted beat.
It's noisy and lonely and small
and cold
trapped in this fleshy cage,
behind these smiley eyes.

Billy bear, smiling hard,
Sandwich gone let's go.
Billy bear, smiling hard,
Chair in place, rope up smart.
Billy bear, smiling hard,
Neck in place, kick the chair.
Billy bear, smiling hard,
Straggling madness, noise is made
Billy bear, smiling bestest,
Neck is broken limbs fall limp.
Billy bear, broken sandwich.
Swinging limply
Billy bear.

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.

The black chair
Is black.
Accessorised with yellow.

He dragged her off by her ankles.
Her roll was done, part played.
Prayer preached.
Her face stained with filth,
As she shaved across the ground.
A song entered his head,
A hymn of nothing
Empty in its divine message.

The black chair stays black. Accessorised with yellow.

You're near, yet you're blind. You're feeling around, it's cold. You're fingers, feel hope. You feel only what you want. You're blind as a rock. You stumble and fall. You feel the hole. That we all wish to fall down.

Hush now for the Lord of light is here.
Let him wash away your sin in blood and fear.
Terror is faithful and you are now holy my child.
Be still with God. His blood rains down from the wrists of despair.
And now pray
Amen.

Open your palms
Up to the sky
Hope that it comes.

Put them in water
Trailing away
Not you, today

Watch your way out
Wash away.

Curled wrists
Hung spine
Garroted feet
Twisted hands.

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.

The crowd goes wild.
Camera. Panning to hands.
Audience.
Clap, makes a move.
Show to begin.
Steel ship, skin sea.
****** moses.
Red tide.

Hard nails. Soft socks.
Feet try hard to feel soft.
Smiles in leather. Chamois shine.
Wind dancing through silken robes.
Murderer prancing in in the wind.
Smash the glass. Break the screen.
The world turns from lava to rock.

Trees and bees are easy
sway and bob
oh hi bob
hows the kids
dead I hope
see you around.
marvelous.
said bob
machete bloodied
kids heads in hand
I'm gonna mow the lawn, want your kids doing as well?
Yeah sure bob.
Thanks

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.

Straps up.
Face on
Lets have it