The blasting intensity of the echoing bell,
formation finally falls into place
as the sheep align - a simplicity
fondly remembered now

The pen,
momentous and modern yet cold
and uncaring, a jail cell
for generations to come.

Guards persona's personable and kind,
like Christ they claim to know best,
Began with the fables of Biff, Chip and Kipper,
then break to fill your chest

This stop's swiftly stolen,
forced straight back to the program;
a servitude designed to force labour
till death.

Skin sizzling, sun;
bright blinding
blasting through blinds -
I am the dog chasing the ball;
bliss yet determined mind.

A perilous journey in this heat,
crossing this solitude street
portrayal of the world and its foes
and demonic villainous woes.

The buzz of death overheard
carriages slowly shuffle ahead
as the sweat scent overcomes your mind
your day begins with leaving on time.

Smoke lingers,
the precious angels lay as a rock
in the room next door.
Raucous laughter ,
daft banter and a moment
that makes you think:
"one more".

Trapped inside this box of your brain
Just one way out ;  crystal's key
Crush  purest, whitest rock.
won't feel so foul
though careful now!
you'll waste your go
theres only bout a gram you know
translucent Blue cases and razor blades,
an assortment of bank cards and notes far and wide,
torn up notebook scrap dyed red -  a meaningful sign  
from the brutal nosebleeds marking the straws
The purest indication
of our devout dedication;
my love,
complete devotion to such  godless acts
Hear cheers of charlie
speaking salacious acts
Sniff some magic snow for silence
the hankering soon be back

One in the kitchen starting his war,
One in the spre room - dead on the floor,
Two in the bed lost to their head,
And myself on the hunt
for half ins for more

How I miss
the ***-holed path
that one that never ends.

The one that blocked us
as we walked, secured
by great green fence.

The tumultuous crash of the Clyde;
our halter
as people roar past us
in manic motors.

A wicked wait brimming with tribal tension;
an unheard prayer for divine intervention,

the distractions we made to stay like this,
the noise we made to refute our lips,
a fear of another chance to miss,
such horrors hold from cupids kiss.

Screams,
Screams stifling the stream
as they tear down your cheeks,
how hard it must have been
to crack the whip as you remain unseen,
oh how hard it is
and always has been