I can't say 'It's OK'
When it's clearly not that way.
There's a river running down your face and pain in your stare.

In the end you're disbelieving,
The Reaper's been caught thieving.
Souls are ours to keep and not his to take away.

You can't breathe,
The air's intoxicating.
Can't or won't,
As if suffocating.

Please breathe. Breathe for us who remain.

Savlon is the smell of her sanity.
It scares the demons, they leave her be.

The screaming and crying,
The thoughts of her death,
The slowing of heart-rate
And then her last breath.

It's just disinfectant,
A cream for the ill.
She thinks of what else,
Or who else it could ****.

The blue and the white,
These colours are sane.
They clear away smoke,
And soothe her sore brain.

Savlon is the smell of her sanity.
The demons are gone, but now it's all me.

The silence creeps through the valley of misunderstanding.
The lies grow as weeds in an unkempt garden.
Who are you to tell me how to live, how to be.

Trust is essential here, in this foreign land.
Belief in ourselves, disciples of our own religion.
I am trusting you with myself, trust me.

This is not a battle.
We are no Trafalgar.
You are not Nelson.

I want to write something,
Something worth reading,
Something with layers of meaning.
     I don't know how.
     I am not clever.

The sun through the window,
It's like someone better,
Someone with power
Is shining their love,
Their peace and their warmth

On me. But
I am not clever.
They are.
I am reckless.
I am not clever.
     I am filled with airport rage.

'I don't know what love is.'
You say now.
But I heard you,
You said, 'I Love You.'
I knew it wasn't true.

I am left here. Alone
With my imaginary, serious love.
And sitting in the back of the car,
sitting in the back of the car makes me nervous.

Tell me how -
     How you feel, are you afraid?
I am, afraid -
     Afraid of what you start to mean.
Rip me up -
     It's a price I've already paid,
I dare you -
     The scars are there as proof.
I refuse to cry -
     For what are tears? I bleed inside.

The beautiful tragedy of light on a graveyard,
A seeping silence of endless nights,
A fairy who dances through thoughts of her weeping
And thrives upon her stinging tears.

She shrieks and it laughs as it breathes on her neck -
The madness of time ebbing away.
Sensing fear, the fairy, with claws on its hands,
Coaxes demons from the moonlit air.

It's evil, it's nonsense, it's haunting all thought,
But she's bleeding and frantic, unsure.
If she tears out her demons then what will be left?
But empty, lost feelings, and scars.