The boy who gets five years
Is the one addicted to drugs...

Fingers reaching down your throat
Needing to make yourself choke...

Ironic isn't it? That when words fail music speaks
Each track takes on a new meaning of being unique...

Mamma would be proud;
as even though my heart feels...

I feel you, niggling at my conscience. Telling me...
You drove me to the brink of suicide, you...

Within moonlight, shadows meld together
fervidly planting butterfly kisses...

Sir Walter Scott once stated, "oh what
a tangled web we weave" I have to...

I'm the fox in the shed, the wolf in
sheep's clothing, the prime minister...

I watched you last night, whilst you
were unaware, while you were relaxed...

Twisting, weaving, words
spiralling out of your control...

Your toes must be tired;
after all that dancing you...

My mind visited today,
imagining walking over...