I am the Power
you switch on in your head
I am the power*
that helps you see red
I am supreme
delghtfully i scream*

Another moment
all is not as it may be

Power supply turning on

Buzzing noises

so strong

I cant get used to the din
No its nothing to do with
you or him

They said
Just push the switch
But at that moment i felt an itch
knocked it up to full power
the moment
you stepped in the shower

kazam kaboom
We all left the room

**I have the power

I wrote HATE upon the sand
Carefully with stick in hand
I sat while time drew by
I felt so sad but didn’t cry
Hate takes all the pain away
so as my hate drains  to the sea
I found my self
I found me
The breeze was cool upon my skin
Thinking deep dark thoughts of nothing
And everything and all in-between
The longing that hatred took away
Was part of me and here I stayed
I whispered to you across the sea
I hate you for leaving me
I hate that I am all alone
I hate that my heart has turned to stone
Hatred uncompressed my all, my soul
I hated life
I yearned for death
Id reached the end, was on the edge
Within a sphere of hatred suspended
By a thread of understanding  
I don’t want to understand
I hate myself for understanding
And that’s why this all has to stop
When you hate your self it’s time to let go
So I wrote my HATE upon the sand
Carefully with stick in hand ............

If i close my eyes

I can see beyond the void

And into the vortex

Its warm  there

like a child

I crawl in slowly

Believing

The world

Is on my side

I feel safe

Here i may stay until

like a flower

The summer ends

And i die

Leaving only my seeds

Beautiful creation

Renewable power

The belief that miracles lie

At the centre of this vortex

Therefore there is

Always

Hope for another moment

As a flower

Within all of this existence

As I wait for something to sparkle in my eyes
I think to myself where am I
How did I get here?
I’m in a smoky room
Also scared within my heart and soul
I wish for my forgiveness as i lay in a Smokey dungeon
As I wish that I
Am going to be ok
People gather around me
Help me I say!
Help me!
They have knives and guns
I hope they don’t **** me
As have unfinished business
To deal with
why only me
Why not my mum, dad and three brothers
But then I realise I'm dead
I'm in hell
I have made lots of bad decisions in my life  
Why hell? Not heaven?