The 27 Club

So this
is hell
then,
is it

Who
knew
it would
look like
this?

I
reckon
I’m going
to like
it here

But
first
I need
a piss

The Train Home

Why
can’t
it be
like that
all the
time

Talking,
laughing
and
drinking
wine

It
always
feels
like
such a
crime

When I
have to
return
to this
life of
mine

Sink Or Swim

When
change
is
thrust
upon you

It
really
makes
you
wonder

Can I
make
it to
pastures
new

Or
will I
just fail
and go
under?