Hard times await, scuttle past your old home,
Burning right down, left to an unknown.
Bruises covered by shirts strung to your body,
Casting away a pleasant man’s nurturing.

The clock falls from the mantel,
Children, run, play in your disbelief,
Broken empathy for one’s little grief.

Words that are harder to say,
Much longer to pray,
A courtesy banished in society,
Slipping past nature’s intent.
Put the blame on somebody else,
Manners fall as simple as hello.

A slave to his own country, he walks by,
Abandoned and so alone but he keeps a smile,
The sun shines on the brighter man,
Blackening those who became gratified.

The hands are filled, one doors shuts,
The hero’s hanging up his cloak,
Letting someone less smart apply.

Words that are harder to say,
Much longer to pray,
A courtesy banished in society,
Slipping past nature’s intent.
Put the blame on somebody else,
Manners fall as simple as hello.

The clock falls from the mantel,
Children, run, play in your disbelief,
Broken empathy cradles your grief.

One cold breeze flitters by,
Awake, a shiver rolls down.
Seeping through the ground,
Coated in many aspirers lie.

Abrupt to awaken an eye,
Gazing the half clearer image.
Soon greeted in holy light,
Fixated, gasp a lonelier sigh.

A shadow sweeps by up high,
Quickly to restore the blind.
Bones barely intact inside,
Reaching up seeking a sign.

A shrivelled tongue I do try,
Forcing out the air for words.
Eyes swelled, an anxious look,
Patience left to care the tide.

The blue air reflecting from the water,
Soon I arise to realise where I’d laid.
The minute grains, digging deeper,
Penetrating through my rough skin.

A slight wash for the ends of my toes,
Clearing the dirt further up my feet.
Soon my whole legs were glistening,
Shining like the pearls deep beneath.

With my head levelled I start to recall,
Visions for which I felt most alone.
I search my pocket to reveal a clue,
That night I spent burning in waste.

Shaking in disbelief, falsely accused,
The bluntness of my saviour’s truth.
The sea I think to dispose this guilt,
An addict never deserves his mercy.

Like smoke through a crowded room,
She seeps between the cracks of life.
Dipping, ducking, dodging them all,
Passing freely to the end of the hall.

Squeezing herself around strangers,
Stroking mammary against others.
Her feet planted in front of the bar,
Hand raised to protest, "she's a star!"

Suddenly she clasps onto the edge,
Gripping with weak force to protest.
"Shots" she calls, never gains a reply,
"Shots over here" not a single sigh.

A quick view of the crowd behind her,
In shock of the horror that surronds.
The hideous approaching themselves,
Must she care little for their health.

The lights flickering to her heart beat,
Like thrillers which build with tempo.
Gasping, what lies created this hole,
Leaving her stripped of all she knows.

The hands swinging by with haste,
She stares out pleading for attention.
Nothing but blank gazes of her body,
Searching for a better man to serve.

Starless nights, and endless fright,
My eyes stiched as I avoid you.

Heartless fool, no care or rules,
Just a candle light for comfort.

Weary days, life's little pay,
To carry a burden of pain.

A cruel lie, to let me die,
To wither without a reason.

Restless fear, I call you dear,
Return home where you belong.