At home I always,
Feel alone...
The dead have nothing to lose,
They have nothing to gain...
Phantasmical plumes of thick darkness
Choking the oxygen from the air...
It'll just be small cut
And then it'll all be alright...
A thorny red rose
juxtaposes love and pain...
Tell me you bloody love me one more time
Don’t let me go onto death marching...
Home,
Where is it...
Don't ask me, ask my pillow
how many death drops...
This is a note I wrote to one of my best friends...
Dear Friend...
She woke up from nightmares crying
Realising her dreams were dying...
Dear Friend,
Well it’s been a while...
Just another story
For the storybooks...