"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I will never answer
To you again
As what you called banter
I call pain
Sylvia’s Sister
Maybe I’ll drink until I’m sick
Maybe I’ll dance like a prick
Maybe I’ll smoke ten to the dozen
Maybe I’ll put my head in the oven
Either way one thing is true
It has got fuck all to do with you
(Originally Posted 14.08.2020)
What happens when the music stops
She said
Do we have to go home?
Wherever you end up going
He said
You won’t be going alone
I know that it
Has been a while
But sure as eggs is eggs
You do have such
A winning smile
And a cracking pair of legs
This back and forth
Between us both
Has certainly served a purpose
But now we know
Our virtue exists
Merely on the surface
I swear to you right now
On all that is good and holy
Your jokes rarely do anything
But kill me fucking slowly
You
don’t
half
speak
shite
He
said
Your
patter
couldn’t
be any
wetter
Well
why
don’t
you take
the mic
She
said
And
we’ll
see if
you can
do better
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 