Flashback

The
figure
creeps
around
outside

As I
watch
the
darkness
descend

I lie
there
rigid,
fraught
with fear

As
I know
how this
will
end

Damaged Goods

It
really
isn’t
you,
it’s
me

You
deserve
to be
happy

But
you
won’t
get to
share

In
anything
with
me

But
sadness,
heartache
and
despair

And
untold
misery

‘Always So Lost In The Dark…’

It’s 10.15 on a Friday night and excitement builds all around.

Saturday Waits as the promise of Spidermen and Caterpillars abound.

Like all those Japanese Babies who tumbled through the gate,

I Burn for tales of Cagey Tigers and Dogs who Shake.

And then I am reminded, as I Move To The Beat,

Why you Imaginary Boys always look so good enough to eat.

I’m So Glad I Came. That I finally made it to A Night Like This.

If only it could end with Just One (Strawberry) Kiss.

Alas, I am cast adrift to the Edge of the Deep Green Sea.

Wondering Why I Can’t Be You and not so Lost and Lonely.

The Cure
Bellahouston Park
Glasgow
16.08.2019

Just

I don’t really want to die.

At least I don’t think I do.

I just want the pain to stop.

Every day is a battle I have less and less desire to fight.

Every day is an experience I have less and less desire to enjoy.

Every day is a puzzle I have less and less desire to complete.

I just want that spark back.

I just want you back.

I just want you.