Flown to heaven,
Followed an angels call,
To live in peace and harmony,
I’ll watch from ‘Neath the sky so tall.

Each time I see you in a cloud,
The memories all come out to play,
Moments of isolation when I sit and think,
Where my spirit is broken ‘Neath the sky so grey.

Flown to heaven,
Followed an angels harp,
But I’ve travelled deep down to hell,
Shed my tears ‘Neath the sky so dark.

It’s strange how the final whisper of air escapes,
And the warmth that once resided inside turns to ice at the touch,
That final breath frozen,
Like a spirit or soul,
Searching,
Seemingly seeking a home.

The threatening shadow looms over us all,
As the bombs tumble down and the buildings fall,
A silence appears from the heart of a scream,
Where all we see are the tatters of a dream,
The sunshine is blocked by the raising flags,
And our friends are carried in blue body bags,
The birdsong has stopped having died its death,
The world has uttered the words “Macbeth!”

Gun against my head,
In my mouth,
Blood on my bed,
**** my world,
Pours to the ground deep red.

Original honour killing,
But the killing of self,
Eviscerate with the Sword,
Samurai Warrior chooses his death,
Rather than an enemy steal his last breath.

Original honour killing,
Bushido; Seppuku,
Disembowelment left to right,
This great honour is fused with a great pain,
Plunged through his skin to make himself pure again.

On the edge of life,
Not playing with fire,
No games with a knife,
Just needles and liars.

Into the vein of truth,
A path of clarity and hurt,
Perched on the ledge of a roof,
Where all is brightness and dirt.

The spinning carousel of time,
Where everything is confused,
Without reason or rhyme,
But my heart’s alive; enthused.

Crashed beneath hellish ground,
The heat melts my senses,
The fear deadens the sound,
As I’m swallowed through the defences.

Like a fruit that has ripened,
We slowly fade and pass,
To another time and space,
Become the dirt and grass.