The bleach can only wash and disperse the accumulation the dirt and grime you pick up in the day to day
The stuff that gets in your pours and under you skin not so easy
You purge yourself from the inside out hopefully the feeling of flilth will go away .
But your trapped  nothing is shifting this abuse you've endured on the day to day,  
If you could bottle it up anymore you could  sell that misery, you tell yourself there's only one ticket out , but the ticket is for your abuser stamped no return.
You've controlled my being for so long if I don't act now I fear I'll be forever gone 💔

Don't come round here ******* on my parade , with your swollen liver scented *****,
Feel free to abuse me and and all that goes with it , I'll take it all in,
Sweep me under your thread bare carpet , the one with the cigarette holes in .
Get me beaten to within in an inch of my light , but I ain't putting you down My sweet bottle I do belive were bonded for life ,
You gave me some pleasure in the beginning this is true , but the misery you bring now ain't nothing new,
I weep for forgiveness as I open you once more ,knowng  again you've got a taste for my soul,  
So i ask once again down on my knees , please release me dear bottle or lay me in peace

I can barely bring myself to listen  to the music I love so much , the pain it brings , thoughts of distance things , open air scent memories,  a crippling unease of wasted dreams

Another person in the soil no face no name to speak of
Just a heap of digging and planted no saving grace, the wilted flowers now all but gone ,
It's cold and wet now , the dark sky's turned grey to black , I lay beside them , on the fresh mound I mourn,

when alcohol gave me a sence of belonging,
The warm glow, the ever present flow of indestructible self belief.
The promised land was the 10 o'clock tram to a place of self destruction.
No blame layed at her door although it was mostly open . I tred on open sores , head telling me more, knowing they've drawn my final curtain.
I promise once again to the voice inside my head, this poison can't be the solution

I remember being able to fly like a bird directly to the sun with no thought that it would burn me , being the dew on the lawn with no thought of evaporation,  the grain of the corn with no fear of harvest,  I've grown older now , no longer without fear , the fear I fear most now is daily in here ..

Insanity profanity,  anxiety unstable , mind unable , can't walk no time to talk, knee **** reaction to a basterdised can't work out fraction,  a faint glimour of glamour  , life brung to an abrupt end , Peter Sutcliffe,  ball "pain" hammer