You've had a rough day
I know what that's like
Believe me, you'll see
That life is a hike

But tonight
It's your time to relax
Don't reflect upon your day
Don't face the facts

Just be calm
Blow all your fears away
No more worries
For you today

Just rest your head
On the softest of pillows
Just lay in bed
Listen to the wind in the willows

Blow away
All the troubles of today
And listen to the wind
As the light begins to fade

The man stopped, looked back
On a cold and windy night
Withdrew his hands from his pockets
And prepared himself for the fight

His eyes gleam like moonlight
His cigar, like coal
He dropped it on the ground
And beneath his boot it rolls

He breathes in the cold, fresh air
Getting in the mindset for trouble
Which he guessed would arrive
And do so on the double

In and out, quick little breaths
Trying to relieve the tension,
All his fear, all the suspension
It doesn't help but rather
Starts to pump adrenaline

His mind is an oasis of calm,
Cool and clear
His body trembles just a tad
As his muscles click into gear

Slowly he raises his head
Suddenly feeling steady
His mind is emptied of all its worries
And now?

He is truly ready

To some, the concept
Of a little voice inside your head
Giving you all the bad ideas
Being the dark side that you've fed
Is crazy

But this isn't crazy
It's just a lack of reality
Crossing the Plains of Outrageous
To the City of Insanity

Sometimes I stop and listen
Not all the ideas sound bad
But the trouble it will cause
Is more than I can afford
And will create a life I never had,
Nor will ever want.

Whenever I have a dream,
I just cannot seem
To wake up to reality
The weight of this pain pressing me
Like gravity

But all of a sudden I see,
With crystal-clear clarity
These dreams are a sadistic charity

Donated to someone who needs them,
But why must they condemn me
To see,
My friends cut into ****** pieces
And eventually,
I cry
As they die
Rather quite brutally?

And I cannot move,
There's nothing I can do,
For you...

Why must I be haunted
By what I dread,
Something I cannot change
For good?
As I lay, restrained by these thoughts,
Shivering in my bed?

I'm haunted,
And there's nothing I can do,
To help you

Every night,
I wanna cry
Because there's so many torturous ways
For you to die,
And I try,
To leap out of these restraints,
Lower my head and fly,
But the harder I try,
The more my weakness multiplies
As I lay haunted by the night

And I cannot move,
There's nothing I can do,
For you...

But when I wake,
I realise my mistake
I let these dreams take
The very best parts of me
Bet you can tell
By looking into my eyes
Where these dreams lie
As they disguise
Themselves as meaningless
As they hope to defy
The law that dreams
Do not come true
It's alright if you pry
I let you in
Didn't I?

I cannot move,
There's nothing more I can do,
For you
'Coz I'm haunted,
And there's nothing more
I can do

My mistake
Was letting my dreams take
My integrity
And ability
To hold myself together. Even now,
I feel myself slide away
As the light slowly fades
And I lay here in bed,
Shivering with fright,
Scared of the night
As I turn out the light
And all hope slips out of sight

I cannot move,
There's nothing more I can do
"Coz I'm haunted,
And there's no-one left to come...
To your rescue...

Yeah my dreams are pretty bad
Not only do they make me sad
But realise
I win first prize
For being unable to steer you clear
Of stormy skies
After all, I suppose,
We were all born to die
But no matter how hard I try...

I do not want this evil fate
To befall you,
But....
There's nothing more I can do, for you.....

What do I see
When I look around me?
I see the suffering of others
I see cruelty and greed

I see broken hopes
And ruptured dreams
Like jeans under tension
That pops at the seams

I see a world of grey
Of small mistakes unforgiven
I see those who suffer
At the hands of those anger-driven

I see the marks on the hands
Of those brutally treated
I see inside these people
To the depression deep-seated

But as observant as I am
To the world all around
From deep inside of myself
No hope utters a sound.

I may strive for the future
But it’s a future to which I am blind
It’s a future of complete darkness
And thus my drive is hard to find.

I cannot see what lies ahead
And this dark tunnel scares me
I cannot open up to the world
This bird cannot go free.


I am physically, emotionally
And psychologically incapable
Of unwinding my restrictions
Wound by tension, my nervousness palpable.

Whenever I set foot
Into the outside world
With another vicious day,
Comes the stage scenery unfurled.

Day after day,
The same old scene
Act One of this play,
Part 16.

All I hope is that,
With my observant mind
That I have revealed to you
That our lives are a grind.

They just keep going on,
Going strong.
For those with the power,
For those in the wrong.

And it is us who suffer
At the hands of injustice
And with our worthless lives
Comes a lack of substance.

Within myself,
Is emptiness undefined
It stretches on forever
To my soul it binds.



Once I am free of this bond,
The sky is not even a limit
The success for me out there,
Is completely infinite.

But this is an assumption
I cannot see my future
Knowing this and capable of nothing
Is one’s own torture.

You think you have me beaten?
Well the war has just begun
You think because I have blood on my face
That it’s over and you’ve won?

Well take a second guess, mate
And look me in the eye
Do I look like I have lost?
Do I look like I’m gonna cry?

What’s that you see?
I’m actually starting to smile?
I haven’t unleashed my inner beast
He has yet to taste freedom (I think it’s been a while.)

I keep him in a vial,
I keep him locked up as ashes
Yet once I pop the rubber cork top
It flows out, coils and thrashes.

Forming a darker version of myself
An inner demon, if you like
And his hand curls into a fist
Now it’s my time to strike

I study your face carefully
As I regain my feet
What you just thought was victory
Has you realize that it’s defeat.

A growl escapes my lips
As this beast bares his fangs
My hands turn into claws
And in shock your face does hang.

I only have one word for you
So I’ll say it once, and be done
I look up with blood-red eyes
And simply utter “Run”.

I'm on a lifetime mission
And I possess the volition
To relentlessly pursue my objective
To not fall into submission

I aim to be a Man of Honour
To be successful,  et voila,
To rise and conquer any challenge
To get up and push further

I have myself a simple dream
To be the best that I can be
This is my own lifetime mission
And with this wish I will succeed

“So, you want me to sort your troubles,
All your small, pointless worries?
“I could, and I suppose I should,
But right now I’ve my own quarries”

“What about the rest of the world?
Ever think about them?
How about the starving children
To which the world has condemned?”

“How about the soldiers?
The ones fighting your wars?
The wounded, and the dying,
Knocking on Deaths door?

“Shall we speak about the homeless
And the lives they could’ve had?
With not even a place to sleep
Now that, my friend, is sad.

So the rest of the world has bigger problems
That could be fixed if we dare,
So the “problems” that you have
Is of a subject I do not care."

A friend is someone
Who stays
By your side
Through thick and thin
The shoulder to cry on
And when bad deeds are done
Someone to whom you can confess your sin.
Always there for you
Always care about you
Even when times are tough
Someone who helps you through the rough.
The shoulder to cry on
The one who helps you drive on
Through the pain
Again and again.
And still remain standing
At the end of the day.

Whence you look down
Upon your work with a slight frown
All I see
Is beauty
Flourishing in all its form

Through all your creative ways
Is perfection, once lost now found
Be it voice, hand and eye
This art wears a glittering crown

Concentration sketches itself
Like you sketch what you love
Upon your face,
Is all the grace
Blessed from high above

I admit a spot of jealousy
Runs a trickle of pain right through me
Whenever I see
This art done better than me

In voice, eye and hand
As beauty takes its final form
This preferred art that is your brand
Or with perfect voice you perform

A better art than mine,
Taken with a flourishing finish

Crows circle high above
Cawing to each other, calling
Then down, down, down they come
Lightly they are falling

“I wish I could fly away too,”
I whisper up into the air
“So I could go somewhere nicer
And avoid these hostile glares”.

“I wish I could fly away
To a place where I am not wrong
To a place where I fit in
Somewhere I belong”.

I look down from the sky again,
Back down to the floor.
Sink to my knees upon the concrete
With the weight for years I bore.

“I wish I could just fly away”,
I say again out loud.
I don’t realize I’m crying
Releasing the pain I found.

“Soar away on the winds,
As easily as they do”
I gesture to the crows above,
“So I can get away from you.”

I look down at my hands now,
For I realize I am bleeding
The pain is just trickling away
And my inner demons are feeding.

I now comprehend my mistake
For that way is so wrong
But this is something I cannot handle
For I am not that strong

I’m in a pool of blood now
As I fall down to the ground
My vision starts to go woozy
My head begins to pound

“I wish I could fly away,”
I whisper my last words
But as I die I’m all alone
So these words remain unheard.