Oh Lord,
I come before you a broken man.
Beaten and betrayed,
scorned and condemned.

Oh Lord,
My enemies gather and assail me,
they deprive me of my good.
They chew at my flesh and pick at my bones.

My screams in the wilderness, how long will they go unheard?
Is there no darkness that you can overcome?

I say goodbye to a tune that no longer plays,
and welcome in a mind with space for renovation.

Sobriety and lucidity in a trashed city,
no more looking for assurance in a distant world.

Oh Lord,
You free the oppressed and drive out the oppressors.
Of those being suffocated, you put air into their lungs.
You hold the keys to the grave,
You rise up the departed.

Oh Lord,
fill me with your wisdom,
teach me through your guidance.
Save me from this infinity of inferno.

For how long shall you remain quiet?
Eyes cannot see you and words cannot touch you.

Oh Lord,
Unleash your wrath!
Strike fear into the hearts of those who don’t believe.
Dispose of the wicked and exhult the pious,
For how long shall we wait?

Though they may mock, taunt
and speak out of turn,
they cannot seek you,
for you are not known to them.

They silence themselves,
becoming their own critics.
They beat on the wounded,
and depart the despaired.

Remember always the language of the universe,
the wisdom of those who do not speak,
the whispers of ancestral past.

A beckoning of quietness and solitude,
Indeed.
It's so silent in here,
goodbye to a tune that no longer plays,
and welcome to a mind with space for renovation.

Sobriety and lucidity in a trashed city,
no more looking for assurance in a distant world.
Feelings of happiness pervade the feelings of
Guilt,
as if life isn't meant to be like this.

I guess it takes a while to learn,
no more,
time to get a move on.

Did mummy say you’re special?
Did daddy say you’ll be big someday?
Did they feed you delusions with your afternoon tea?
And teach you how to be
another pawn in the game?

Dead heroes and dead celebrities
Blaze through a death of innocence.
Now mommy and daddy aren’t here no more,
and you’re more alone than you were before.

They tried to teach you and teach you well,
but you were raised on a loss of fun.
Ain’t what you were supposed to be.

Sadness overglows your hardening heart.
What was open has now closed.

They’re your neighbours, workmates,
family and best friends.
They hide and they lie,
they use and abuse,
they’re not bad people,
they’re just sick, but they seek no pity.
It’s like a pain that needs to be numbed,
killed,
a hole in the heart,
a void of mammoth proportions.

We’re the same species,
and on the outside we all seem so similar,
but really,
we’re so individually different that we’re like snowflakes;
an imprint of altered states.
This is what makes connection so powerful,
we come together as two and leave as one.

I've met my own worst enemy,
I've stared him in the eye,
I've called him names,
I've besmudged his character;
destroyed his reputation.
I've been consumed with hate for him,
and all of that hate has been like burning coal.

Burning coal that burns from within,
the more I hate the more it burns.
I burn with hate for my own worst enemy.
However, now I stand alone,
looking for terms of peace,
it's time to call a truce.

I stare my enemy in the eye,
I smile and he smiles,
from enemies
to brothers in arms.

All I ever wanted,
was to see that you care.
A sign, an expression
a momentary lapse in time that says:
"I'm with you" "I have your back".
I don't want to hear words anymore,
I've heard all the words before.
I want to know it.

I'm sorry about the days of old,
when I showed no care towards you,
and now I dare to call your love into question?
Not so.
I only look for that which I lack,
as a thirsty man searches for something to drink,
I look to quench the thirst of my soul.
My soul is like an empty well that desires to be full again.

I'm overtaken with your presence,
and I tremble in fear,
my bones rattle at the thought of entering a world without you.
Love motivates, fear suffocates.
You're not all I need, you're all I have.

Among the crowd,
a stranger lurks.
He looks like them,
acts like them,
although,
he doesn’t feel like them.

The eyes in the street are all the same –
“I want someone to know my pain”.
Swimming among the sea of faces,
a ghost moves amongst them.

Taunted by memories of the past,
the rewiring of brain chemistry into a mess.
Voices of torture,
of pain, of sorrow,
the picking of decaying flesh.
What’s left?

Another face in the crowd,
Just another guy with a story,
No more or less special than
the blade of grass that’s underneath him.
Just another name in the wind.