I got a little problem doc
Every morning  I have
A regular **** at 8 o’clock
That’s alright said the doc
I said no it isn’t
I don’t wake up to 9 o’clock.
Doc.

Yesterday is gone
Etched in my heart
Yesterday was yesterday
It was a beautiful start.
Our eyes met across
A crowded room,
We connected like the
Weaver and the loom.
My heart was pounding
Downstairs went warm
I’d had met my perfect storm.
Five years later my
Storm was no more,
She broke my heart
And all of the doors.
She took the whirlwinds
And blew away.
I just hope she comes back
One stormy day.

Kings and queens
Live in castles
Out of the orphanage
Came a ***** rascal.
This orphan he
Had no dreams
It was all about
Murdering this
King and queen,
See the queen was
his mother
She had an affair
The boy was told
Mother and father
We’re dead and
They did not care.
He hatched a plan
They must atone
This orphan rascal
Was heir to the throne.
The plan was a scandal
A fall from grace
The story in the tutorials
Took pride of place.
This orphan boy who
was Destined to be king
Now another chapter begins.

Cold steel cuts
Through my veins
Blood flows out
Relieves the pain.
My eyes roll up
Inside my head
Not long now
I shall be dead.
Was I murdered
Or was it suicide.
This doggerel rhyme
Had committed the crime,
The evil quill
Was top of the bill
My veins were cut
It left a chill.

You are the explosion
Inside my dreams
A kaleidoscope of
Colours blues
Yellows and greens.
The picture you paint
For the love
from me
Cannot be shown
Don’t you see.
You can’t put
Love inside a frame
Your only in my dreams
Which is quite a shame.
Lovers in dreams
That’s where we shall stay
A kaleidoscope of Colours
For a rainy day.

The author who wrote
His readers would die
His words were parasites
His sentences bled
Nobody had survived
What they had read.
Still his readers did
Like the thrill,
Opened the covers with
There free will.
The parasites would
Bleed them dry,
Infect there minds
And surely die.
Stories are told
You must take a look
Thousands of people
Have died in books.

Falling into the
The deep dark black,
Anxiety high
No light through
My cracks.
On my own
Feel very alone,
Everything creeks
And ****** groans,
Even the cat is having
A moan.
I Don’t need alcohol
I Don’t need love
Im over the abyss
I need a gentle shove.
Oh well life’s a pain
There’s always sun after
The ******* rain.