Pain swallows people
Until there’s nothing...
Song 06
The Bohemian Bar...
The smell of milk which spills from troubled hands
brings floods of tears to eyes that shouldn’t...
coming to terms with getting old
coming to terms with being told...
a heart..
is occupied with a vacancy...
I’ve now washed my hands
of government promises...
Toxic
Whether in gloom...
How I wish life was simple
With no loss...
Preface
I believe death and love...
"A Fly To Sigh"
Fly, fly, fly, away...
Are we here at the end?
Is this the beginning of the imminent end...
The body vanished
The soul continues to march...