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".

A fresh rising sun, grass glazed in dew
thhe sweet sweet sound of the robins tune,
Sounds of the storm begin to brew
humming along to thhe robins tune;
inside the palace,
        -the guilt,
        -the shame,
it grumbles and growls
but you're not the same.
Slaughtering deafening silence
in you,
continue to follow the robins tune.

Fresh from the oven,
Baked golden brown
Like ash it crumbles,
Snowing softly onto spoon

Translucent tap water,
And help from an orange,
As orange flames burn
Your poison forms

Ball as white as purity personified,
Safety first, how ironic,
Tip of the needle drinks,
Defiant of danger

Blue belt tied,
You've got make 'em all pop,
Wipe then shoot,
Your heaven awaits you

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.

The poison,
It gives you happiness,
It brings the beauty of a better life.
Does it save?
Does it damage?
Only time shall show the scene,
Of my future,
Of my destiny,
Only time shall show,
Truly what i mean.

Wistfully Melancholic, Brown Overtones.
It's that ****** day again -
never stopping or skipping a second,
nor letting stillness be.
Is it future or is it past?
Never mind,
you'll never heed this
warning.
That painting on the wall,
a time long lost - desolate,
and left to longing,
with the romantic bliss that was,
and is nevermore

I miss the feeling of our intertwining skin,
I miss the silky softness of your hair
Running through my fingers as you lay down on my bed,
Nothing but sweet thoughts and morphine in your head
I miss the warmness of your structure,
the heat from your heart that warmed even the coldest of souls
Recklessly ruined by
Private paranoia
And a fatal dice roll

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

I've came to a realisation,
Acceptance all around
That in which I crave,
Will never be found,
I watch, eyes flooding,
My own worst nightmare a reality,
I pushed you too far,
And now I must pay,
I only wanted you,
To stick around

Laying Contortionists,
Bodies twisted, tangled together,
in beauty,
For in this moment,
our selfless souls are twisted,
twisted in our purity,
in our naivety,
all an act to try for transcendence,
yet it is all in vein.
All the effort in our entanglement,
a failed attempt at two souls becoming one,
We are always left alone in the end.

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

The fear strikes before,
time wasting wildly in hope of running the clock to death,
this never works,
I arrive and its time to begin,
the blade softly slices skin,
another mans hand holding hell,
warns me that i must sit still,
slice, slice, slice
the byroduct of my own existence falls,
one of many indiciators of times Passive Passage,
hits the floor

Crimson tears crash
from the eyes of the Gods,
faithfully flowing through
the cobble-****** path,
I walk

in the direction of the fire.
The heavens burning,
bright
and providing light,
dimming down this dwindling road.

Screams,
shrieks of terror, shouts of faith
as the herd of sheep
fruitlessly phone.
Desperate for their burning bush
to reveal

Itself. Yet I Grin,
lips spread thin
cheek to cheek,
ear to ear,
such absurdity leads
to either laughter or fear.

I remember days long past walking
aimlessly through parks shrouded in shadows - sun nowhere to be seen,
the cold grey stare of housing peering through our purity as we walk
no where to go
no where to be.
I remember the simplicity, the magnificence of meaning,
meaning nothing to no one as we,
we brave bodies continued forth in our bohemian bravado,
bottles in hand with best intentions in our heart.
The times when time wasn't so torturous -
when time did not tick at all,
just this singular eternal moment
As still as a frozen snowman smiling
in the frozen winter wasteland we called home,
a moment when we still had our kindness
a simple kindness in our hearts and our lips
causing the most simple delight
when our wide eyes would light
up at even the most simple sensations -
the beauty of the shining sun,
the tip-tap of the rain as it smashes of of the concrete slabs
that made us the pepole we would unwillingly become,
Moments of
Love, friendship and alcohol
love friendship and drugs
the love and the friendships founded on these
terrible troubles lifted from Lucifer
to corrupt
what once was so innocent – so naïve,
to bring ruin to mighty Babylon generation
after generation for this is our fate
unbeknown to us yet

Fine
Fine crumbs snowing in the spoon
Burn
Boil, purify
Pierce the cotton with the eye,
Draw your shot, locked and loaded
Roll your sleeves or arms get bloated
Shoot the poison
Straight into brain
Such toxicity
To keep a man sane

I try and
Try and
Try and
Try
It's never enough
Not enough but why
I die
And die
And die
And die
It's never enough
You feed me lies
I want to live
I want to feel
Some love
Informed it wasn't real
Your hazel eyes
All part disguise
Though I know you
A desperate sigh

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.

This feeling,
A million tonnes pinning down my chest,
A heavy heart sagging lower
                                                    and lower and for what?
You owe me Nothing yet my clairvoyance crafts unconscionable debts,
like a parasite, it eats me alive from inside to out.
Blue
car left parked and a lie l o o s e l y laid
but the knot was not as strong ro save me from such crushing weight.
Heavier and HEAVIER as lights start to spark,
with waves crashing harder and HARDER against the busting barrier,
I lose
and all hell breaks loose,
and I crawl back unto the dark...

Beside you in time,
Such a magnificent place,
We, pure perfect pair.