The beast has returned
With a taste for blood like no other
My soul has succumbed to the devils liquor
And it tastes good

No inhibitions left for the trail behind
As my voice fans the fire of a fool and his gold
The weak shall not worry and the strong bemuse at my
Sadness and sorrow
With my head bowed I walk away
Broken yet again from the nectars wish
In my search for the freedom these chains do desire

Yet still I thirst
Yet still I want
I cannot hide from these wishes that crave my desire for freedom
Oh freedom
Sweet sweet freedom
How I crave thee
Leave me alone so I may live my life in a peace like all others

The beast has returned

So whats ya problem she shouts as I sit there sniffling in me own little world
Man cold ......I whisper
Uhhh is the response
Take some drugs and crack on I hear
Did she not hear me
MAN COLD .......

The slow shuffle from my seat to the kitchen creates a groan
Even the dog looks at me sad
Man cold ....... I whisper
I'm sure I see him smile
Pheerrrr
GIVE ME DRUGS .......

Ahhhh ...back I go to the safety of my chair in a walk so remote from my normal bounce
Man cold ...I whimper  
Blanket ready for a tissue overload
Remote cuddled and ready for the daytime dross TV
Man cold ............

Sympathy found they crowd round me to leave me unattended
kissed from afar ...I'm ready
Man cold .....party
All alone the switch is flicked I'm up and dancing
Man cold... prancing
Video games ....It's FIFA time  
No pots I'll wash nor face to brush
It's beer o clock lets party rock
Man cold .......

The toll is heard, my blanket wrapped to a weary sound from a snuffly head
I'm back she calls with sympathy shots
How ya feeling
Man cold ...I whisper...
Oh bless you please Ill look after you now
A cup of tea ...she is my hero  
Man cold ......

Remember guy's don't shout it out
Man cold rocks there is no doubt
Just keep it quiet when she does sniffle
You know the drill
Don't blow the whistle

OK love
Just going to the pub for a couple
Will you be alright ....!!!!
Yeah ...I won't be long!!!

The colour of grey in the sky reflected my own mood
Dark dank and miserable
No music cry nor screams or why
Made me feel

So Empty

Maybe the moon had brushed my tide
My life on hold
Like the tint in my tea from tainted milk
My life has  become the bitterness

So Angry

Tis my time to open the door
Walk out into the colour
Let the rain cover me to a shiver
For I have a chance
I have a life

So Maybe

Can you not see me crying
Can you not see my pain
In a beat the music comes a blinker
So here I lay

Green is the grass that lays in my path
And you turn away
Turn away my love  

No look to entertain
No heart to break
I'm broken
Broken to a start  

Let the music play
Let me melt into the crowd
Live me a little
Just a little love

So you can love me tomorro
So you can love me again
So you can stare in my future
My love be my end

My silent madness spoilt as the wind scratched the branch against the glass  
A reminder of the cool breeze of winter waiting out the door
The shiver returns

I should be used to this
4 am
3am
2am
That feeling of a world stood still whilst in my head the waltzers ride
Never stops

Awake  

So here I am again
Bound to write my own self destruct
Ink drying on a mind fading away
Lost from the found
I cry for my own failed fame

Awake

One day these words may help someone
One day these lines may heal
It's all I ask
It's all I want

Awake

I promised not to moan today
The feeling sad
The road to rage
I promised not to show these thought's
A promise made
My god
Oh lord  

I lasted but a day or two
The madness swelled
The air turned blue
I promised failed
A head in shame
My shout out loud
It's you I blame

Now some of you will laugh at me
But just you watch
I'll wait you see
Cos just around the corner here
You'll moan at something
Be that clear
And when you start you'll
Stop and smile
I promise you
A laugh out loud

My irksome mind begins its wallow
In the darkness of the moonlight glow
I stir to another turn awake

The place sounds still

I only wish my soul felt it too

Stepping up to the window I stare to a wasted view
The reflected pane shouts to me  
Horror in my face
My minds screaming silence
The waking always hurts