I lost my St.Christopher in the high-rise brawl.
A...one-sided affair which I used to my advantage
To get a day off from school. Even now I think
About searching through the grass that has seen
A thousand residents since. Felt the pain
Of losing my father’s necklace more
Than the boot over my head.
I never threw a punch at anyone.
I did not want to let go of anything
If I could never take it back.
Sticks and stones, sticks and stones,
Sticks and stones is all that they give you
To tell you that words can do the same.

I loaded myself with cheap wine and cigarettes.
****** out of my bedroom window
Every time I was depressed and drunk.
Which... happened a lot.
Even now I think about crazed moments
As if they have stopped occurring.
As if I have stopped collecting
Ornaments of delirium
That stare me out through every move.
Laughing at the mirror when I realise who I am.
The loneliness of a satellite:
Forever turning the Earth without a place.

I lost my sanity on the wrong side of the bar.
On the wrong side of love,
Strong belief that I am always in the right.
Strong belief that I will never get too far.