We are Only who We are Once we’ve outrun, Exhausted, Bled dry, The relentless Constraints Of who we pretend to be. Only once The masks are stowed And the shackles of pretence Break under the duress Of ceaseless, raw Barebone and bloodied knuckles, Can we finally elude Those self-constructed captors, Running towards familiar […]Read More Survival
Bodies like bricks Leaden and low Whose stony salutes Cast cold shadows. Concrete castle silhouettes Knock on cracked cognition Each ring leaving Bloody knuckles -A momentary spark- Too quickly extinguished. Sandmxn baked to Clay Under the cosh Of chaos Lacerations luminating Vapid, flailing veins -A momentary spark – Too quickly extinguished. We […]Read More The Staccato Struggle
You see these little pills? These ones are for the freaks The ones that won’t shut up And blabber on about their dreams. Can I get a straight-jacket For that kid in 109? The bitch is acting out again Screaming that he’s “feeling fine.” Excuse me, I’m distracted, There’s a fair bit to be done. […]Read More A Walking Tour
A quaint little town Far, Far away Where apathy reigns And night leaks across day. Angels in cages Labelled: “Sunny Suburbia” Bleached by tragedy, Drenched in forced euphoria. Scraping pain Off scarlet wrists, The brave ones fight With blades, not fists. The silent war Behind picket-fence Rages on Lost to irrelevance. Soldiers muted With straight-jacket […]Read More The Lost.
Listening To empty space She sits and stares And lays to waste. The abyss leaks down In tarred black rain A prison cell Of muted pain. Inside herself A struggle rages Smothered light, Forgotten faces. Entangled by her fractured thoughts She searches for The faith she lost. Looking through Amnesiac past She tumbles through The […]Read More We’re All Mad Here