A star comes crashing Through the veil Invigorating With each inhale. Shrouded in Swathes of grey Young minds play The chaos games. Four letter words MDMA Pill-pressed love Hazes the fray. Stumbled thoughts On sidewalk slivers Mangled hopes In Vodka rivers. Substance maelstrom: Overdose, The Kids play on, Chasing ghosts. Heads on pavements, Hearts on […]Read More Repeat
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.