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Samuel Champney Oct 2018
I've always thought of you
But the thought of loosing you,
Has driven me to pharmaceuticals.

Quit, I know I oughta to,
But I just feel the benzos pulling through,
What the Hell shall I do?

So I try to play it down,
Even though its only opie
It still aint half as bad as brown.

Lets lighten it up,
Don't wanna be no dope fiend
But like a pent up bull to red
I head straight for the shop bought codeine

Oh cody, you don't make me swell,
If anything man, you make my being well,
For that small amount of time
I feel I can take on the world
Until I get to tomorrow and I feel I've created Hell!

All the things we do,
Just so we can feel the warmth,
Finding our little cliques,
Just by the way we talk.

Have you tried this,
This ones hit and miss,
Mix it in with this,
For eternal bliss.

Now I've heard it all before
Nothing improves and nothing changes,
But there's something in the brain
That promises you can catch that Dragon once again.

The Dragon flies high
With the fire in his belly,
But you haven't any,
So why you trying to catch him.
(So why do you even try).
Some notes I took during my ****** phase.
Samuel Champney Sep 2018
The sun falls faster and the colour of the leaves I'm drawn to,
No longer am I longing for that lawn dew.
Gotta fight the cold, feel I need to wrap up warm too
As the season turns it's something that I can't warm to.

I see the squirrel foraging within the leaves,
What lies for him fills me with jealousy,
Because once his work is done,
He gets to sleep and just like the sun
We won't see him for several weeks.

Theres something I, just can't put my finger on,
Theres something that burns within
Me which lingers on,
It's as black as the winter clouds
I stop, think and look around
Has anybody else been veiled with this shroud?

Of course, smiling faces, festivities are near,
I can't face it, wake me when Easter's here,
When the sun goes, so does my soul,
Burns me up like Nich's coal,
Winters drawn and I can't go on.

Maybe it's in my breed, when I start the freeze,
My body starts to cease so I need to sleep
Within the winter leaves,
Just wake me please in 28 weeks,
Jeez!

The pain in my chest, it's all too much,
Had since I was 12 and nothing has changed
Its strange, I go blue and slow,
Before we get the snow,
And when we get that very first light
My body start to excite.

Sun worshipper - no I'm not,
I'm guessing its my body clock
No matter how I try to fight it off,
Its a feeling, I just cannot stop,
On the other hand the feeling can't be topped.

Maybe I'm like the birds, the bears and the lot,
Work hard all season now need this winter break,
To reset my brain, to enable me to carry on,
Just ring me when spring has sprung.
Samuel Champney Aug 2018
So we've run out of money
And I just don't know what to do
I feel I've gotta keep running
Straight in to the abyssal blue

No, waves don't hurt me
They cradle me in peace
My thoughts then desert me
The reef laid is my wreath

Work for your freedom
But soon they take it away
One cup of tea sir, ok,
But that will cost you a day

Notes in my pocket
But I don't sing no tune
My time is broken
Oh honey, honey, where are the blues?

In this tin beetle
Staring at a sea of red
Every person I've seen now
We share whats been said

Walking through the woods
Calmed by natures melody
I would if I could
I'd swing high with the trees

Maybe I should now
I'm a number and they don't lie
Tears of my loved ones
A guilty lullaby

Oh baby, baby,
I'm looking for you
They've taken my time
Whats left is for you.

Creak on through the door
Sorry I was so long
These thoughts to be destroyed
For you I need to be strong
Samuel Champney Aug 2018
I don't know,
If it's the sleep deprivation,
But I find that I,
Keep on contemplating,
I've had many conversations
With this reflective homosapien
Who keeps berating me
Well I hate him the souless satan.

I stare into his eyes,
Everyday, I try to compromise:
Just let me have a couple of hours
Where everything is fine!
I'm getting tired of his face,
Twisted ball of twisted hate,
But I close my eyes
He disappears!
Turn around quick before there are whispers in your ears!

When the sun warms,
And its the break of day,
The clock barely breaks a smile
Before he starts to chip away.
I should of learnt my lesson
But still I'm second guessing,
I say to myself "I do my best!"
But my hopeful thoughts are deafened.

I start to go and stumble,
Onto my humble abode,
Even though its just me,
I'm truly never on my own.
I creak on through the hall,
But restroom; I do not stop.
I try to avoid any shine
Because I know that is his home.

He's everywhere,
Staring at me in every room!
Compact disk, photo frames
And even through the back of this rusty spoon.
So I just don't bother,
I slip under the cover,
Sweet, blissful sleep I cannot commandeer,
Because he's always here,
Chipping away with whispers in my ear.

— The End —