Tossing and turning in bed Whilst dark thoughts crawl in my h… Finding it impossible to fall asle… As the madness begins to creep Like a serpent slithering

Night comes The darkness closes in On the form sleeping in the bed It cannot be stopped It will take another victim

Raging rivers of hurt Ending in Cascading waterfalls of sorrow That crash into A deep, dark lake of responsibilit…

I hate smiling, Because it’s always fake. I hate laughing, Because it’s always empty. I hate this heart,

I’m fine It’s a sign Yes, I know you love me I can truly see My days are bright

He is lost Alone Is he dead? Is he alive? Trembling hands

I can’t keep up this race, So bone-chillingly lonely, Still lingering in this cold place… I’ve had this dream before... Pain, agonizing pain strikes again…

Great eagles soar Over canyons high Omnipotent eyes searching for Doorways to another Blooming sunburst

What is the blackness other than n… Could it be something tangible? Something you can embrace? What if it is the one embracing? Every night, as you lie

What is the most painful word? Is it hate? That abject raging emotion that… Hate can be fulfilled, one way or… Or maybe it’s sadness?

There lies a wooden cabin Just big enough for one With a garden full of every colour… Growing softly, surely in the dark… With a pond to one side

The fall is less frightening Than the ledge upon which I stand To fly like a bird is freedom To stand like a monolith to pain i… The water looks so calm below