Where for out thou lunatic
I used to know me well
I was once sane you know
This you could seemingly
Tell.
Was it a bang,a bang upon my head
Or was it something somebody had cruelly said.
What was the trigger that tipped me
over the point of no return
Was it the knowledge that I never had to learn
Still looking for different ways to openly self harm
Me and my mate Shakespeare living in the funny farm.

This terrorfying story should never had been told
Sentencing all readers to death,if it we're to unfold.
Millions of years nobody had read these ghastly words
The disastrous effect was to scream out so absurd
Then someone did open it,who had the courage to read
He did not live long this storyteller would surely bleed.
Orators and scribes word by word they all bled
Holding back the horror from their dark bloodstained heads
Millions had died,first paragraph to horrific to tell
Was this the book to the gateway to bleeding hell
Bodies upon bodies all piling up,as page by page was read
This devilish book of intrigue it was what thee author said
To read this book was suicide,still they came to take a glance
One by one they came to die while lucifer sang and danced.
So what was the title of this book which contained all life's sickly gore.
You shall never ever know it because it lies beyond your door.

I'm starting to evolve
I'm just a minuscule *****
So I took a selfie
Whom Facebook will confirm

Skin me alive with a wooden spoon
Pour acid into my open wounds
Hang me upside down in the midday sun
Pistol whip me, make it not fun.
Roast my insides on a turning spit
I'm still smiling I don't give a s..t
Take my morphine away,I will writhe in pain
Chewing twenty razor blades,am I totally sane.
It's just the same old s..t but another grey old day
My world is still spinning,and I'm still in open play.
Alive and kicking,the big sleep you are surely dead
In life you must taste and burn or your blood don't
Flow red.

Mornings are always broken
It's raining  razor blades again
Cotton wool bombs live in my head
Mornings are dead just dead.
Mornings rear there ugly heads
Crows have eaten my eyes
Imagination is all I have
My body just tells me lies.
Mornings cry cocooned in my mind
Broken morn,when you are blind
Would it have been better to rest in peace
Than suffer as I do in a worn out fleece.
Weary of the razor blades
And bombs of cotton wool
Raging insanity of a barbwired bull
Please let me curl up and slowly die
My mornings are pergatory and the sun Shall not cry

Sixpence piece fell from her purse,
I picked it up this started the curse.
Electric eyes bewitching me,this I could not ignore
Barbed wire snaked tongue,lips so red I shall adore
Cursed for eternity to walk among her dead
This to was my curse for taking her to bed.
The joy was all hers, love for her were my pains
Locked by her darkish side by flesh eating chains.
My heart been ripped out,she has tasted my blood
That coin still in pocket all emotions were in a flood
How was I ever to be set free from her curse
Would it be to easy,by putting death into reverse
Don't be so silly I say it's all fantastically absurd
Shall I be with her for eternity I'll take a rain check
On being cured.

Unleash the wild one
Freedom open plains
Mighty is the wolfman
Casting of his chains
Aroma of the breeze
Freedom open skies
Victim of the wolfman
Ghastly shrieking cries