I don't want to go
its so unkind.
Its cold,
Its dark,
I'm out of mind.
Those once kind faces have unwind.
And are spilling secrets most unkind.
The ducks they quack in the moonlit dark.
The mornings late, the sun wont rise.
But none of this
is a surprise.
So I'm not staying
I never lied.
I'm alone now and just cant hide.
there's nothing here that I can't find.
So, take those images from your mind.
and strike a match.
To make eyes blind.
Monday, 25 May 2015
Tuesday, 19 May 2015
TALK shit clown
TALK shit clown,
You wont get me.
Too many people have lied to me.
Paint your smiles
And make them count.
Your blood-stained face-
Will make THEM PAY.
Because we have all,
Finally learnt-OUR PLACE.
Staring into you smudged-happy face.
Monday, 18 May 2015
Setting Sun...
The punches and blows
Will hit you so slow.
And when you've hit the
ground.
You'll rise like the
setting sun.
You can’t look left.
And there's nothing right.
And looking forwards is
just not in sight.
Wednesday, 6 May 2015
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