Clouds are forming
Shapes a plenty
Sunshine and rain
Never leaving me empty
Sand and the shingle
Between my toes
As the tide comes in
So relaxingly slow

Leaves from the trees
Fall quietly to the ground
On Autumn cool breeze
They are making no sound.
The forest today is dancing,
Dancing with a smile of glee
Warmed up by the sunshine
For animals and you and me.
Bluebells carpet, wild forest floor
Fungi sprout,while natures seeds
spore.

Barbed wire inside a silk purse.
A woman of beauty just a curse.
Eyes so piercing,chards of glass
Only the brave would touch her ****.
Cursed souls still they tried
For a glance of her beauty
They accepted and died.
We put her on a pedastol
Cancerous to the core
Medusa you are whom we adore

Fruit cake in my larder
Wearing a wooden cloak
Running around on empty
I wish to take your place

Creaking bones rotting flesh
Wearing a wooden cloak
Silence of dark loneliness
I need to take your place

Acid runs through my veins
Wearing a wooden cloak
Demons control my mind
Plesase can I pinch your place

If your not prepared to give
To me  then I will have to act
Then I'm prepared to **** you
It's just a matter of fact

In my wooden blackened cloak
I wanted every piece of you

Looking into the blade
Of the knife
Slitting my wrists taking
my life
Watching the blood run
From my skin
Is this where my death begins
This is my Stalingrad
I was never set free
My fiercest enemy
Oh s--t  it was me.

Fishing on the bank
Of the river side
With my line and bait
An incident happened
A cruel twist of fate
I began to flounder
And promptly fell asleep
This is the quirky bit
I had hooked two sheep
It was quite unusual
This peculiar weird dream
See spookily I had died
And been swept down stream
Fishing by the riverside
With my line and bait
My life was taken,cut short
In a cruel twist of fate.

Smiling back up the beaten track
It wasn't courage in which I lack
I never stayed to face my dark fears
This dread I carried for many a year
So as I progressed back to my destination
I had to have a drink at a watering station
I downed at least six pints of refreshing cider
It seemed pretty silly to have ran from a spider