I once was a man who thought he li… then I looked down to see shackle… a lifetime of servitude in the bon… just capital floating on a stock m…
I don’t feel the same the world moves, and I stay... sta… a desire for life that’s twisting its creaking, its gnarled wood is… I hold on to no hope
gone are the days of conversation erudite chats of things that confu… spanners thrown into confabulation tirades minus words just bemuse its a sad sorry state of affairs
a frozen man crucified pools of resolve drip and drip, a slow segregated waterfall every droplet shed born of sin. eyes search its swirling eddy
sometimes even clever people fall… enter their own abyss and can’t cl… lubricated walls surround them, ho… firmly choked, their own demons ke… moreover, its a one horse race tha…
I don’t care leave me here I’ve grown accustomed the desolation I find comforting so don’t think
i know the risks, that’s the buzz what else can people like me do, punching through the wet paint of… to probe the depths of our own ins… a gruesome flavour
I used to think that faith was what held love and that even though hidden from m… it would grant me one day its shin… but the darkness of indifference
without fear what would my bravery… at best just a nonchalant mood, its cloak won’t be donned to hide… no need to feel the threat of the… without fear what would my bravery…
a salacious yearn forms a tryst fr… a pool that flows the floor about… as you hang and drip dry your wagg… drooling a mouthful of relaxed poi… to then recede your gaze to a tabl…
it’s a dream of an irrelevant nigh… that sweetness is a forgotten bego… through black soft sooty thoughts they cling fast to wounds turning… they do and will forever spill
you lived out your gangster fantas… through association rather than ab… you mingled with the bigger fish and your small crew grew and thriv… making money hand over fist
I etched my name upon the gatepost at the front of your house, your mother said I was from the ch… and could only fight my way into s… I was from working and you from mi…
We dont speak the same language an… Its more than an impinge of vernac… Its a constant fight of pointless… Its circa, middle of the road, a h… We breath the same air and feel th…
slash these dreams that I once mad… this hate I yell won’t rest, it ju… fluttering eyelids that feel like… I’m steeper than the wish enthrall… load that gun and ready the razors…