‘Thank God I found the good in goodbye…’
Is The Third Time The Charm?
I think I could learn to trust you
She said
I’m beginning to find the way
Well, I really cannot tell you
He said
How much that makes my day
The Birds
Looking up to the sky
This foreboding feeling grows
As I see the unkindness of ravens
And hear the murder of crows
Sad Songs
I play them too often nowadays
Just to feel the pain
It’s better then feeling nothing
Again and again and again…
Comforting
I don’t know what I’ll do
She said
When it’s time for you to go
You may never see me again
He said
But when I’m next to you
You’ll know
Forbidden
If only I could
If only you would
But we both know it couldn’t
Come to any good
Tickets For Sale
Shout
as much
as you
want
Loudly
bang
your
drum
For I
won’t be
joining
in
I’m
far too
fucking
numb
Struck
All
my
life
I’ve
waited
for this
The
feeling
of certainty
That
thunderbolt
kiss
Troubled
Staying
up
late
againSitting
here
all
aloneUnable to
shake this
creeping
feelingThat
I really
should
have
known
Drinking Irresponsibly
From
the
depths
of the
cold
Into
the
dancing
fires of
hell
I
just
can’t
help
feeling
That
this
won’t
end
well
By Accident
And
just
like
that,
I
was
attracted.
Your
hand
warm
in
mine
Distracted
me
from
the
pain.
And
so I
fell in
love
with
you,
All
over
again.
K(not)
All
I can
say is
I live
in hope
That
one day
I will
tie that
rope
As
tightly
as I see
it in
my mind
And
all my
troubles
I’ll leave
behind
Broken English
The words come
In fits and starts
All broken parts
Of what I was
And all I’ll ever be
Now you’re gone
Soothsayer
Thank
you
for
alerting
me
To
what
I could
feel
But
could
not
see
Because
of
you
I
am
now
free
To
be
the
person
I
want
to
be
99 Bottles
The
only
way
I know
That
the
weekend
is here
Is to
put
on my
favourite
record
And
sink
a crate
of beer
Post Coital (3)
Evening:
You
really
are
amazing
He
said
That
was
the
best
yet
You
don’t
need
to tell
me
She
said
Now
pass
me a
cigarette
Twist My Arm (2)
Afternoon:
Drink
your
tea
Eat
your
food
Leave
behind
your
mournful
mood
Come
out
tonight
Have
some
fun
For
our
time
has
only
just
begun
The Messenger (1)
Morning:
I
enjoyed
chatting
with
you
Even
though
it was
through
a screen
Like an
impenetrable
wall of
concrete
With a
little
crack
inbetween
Sleep Well?
I dreamt
I was
pulling
little
red
spiders,
from
deep
inside
my nose.Why we
were
drinking
absinthe
before
bed,
who
the
fuck
knows!
Across The Table
I love how you know,
To hold my hand,
Just by the croak in my voice.
I’m so grateful,
That you understand,
Just how much I need that choice.
Feeling that you’re there,
And how much you care,
Means everything you see.
But not forcing me to speak,
When you sense I’m weak,
Is why you’re the one for me.
‘I Could Be Wrong / I Could Be Right…’
The
pressure is
on to find
meaning
In
this so
called life
of mine
But I
just can’t
help but
feeling
That it’s
a total
waste
of time
Unsafe Thoughts
Take
away
my
knives
Put
those
razors in
the bin
For the
urge to
cut is
rising
To bleed
out the
pain
within
In The Shadows
Can you
see me?For I can
see youBelieve it
or notBut I know
it’s true
All Day Every Day
All
that
I am
Is all
that I
feel
And
I feel
nothing
Another Notch
A
little
nick
hereA
little
cut
thereIt
doesn’t
hurt
anymoreNot
that
I’d
care…
Dwelling
Pain helps, momentarily.
It provides a fleeting relief.
Then the numbness returns.
And living inside this emotionless abyss, continues.
Every Day
Still hoping,
Still waiting,
Still holding,
Still wanting.Still thinking,
Still grieving,
Still trying,
Still giving.Still caring,
Still feeling,
Still crying,
Still fighting.Still breathing,
Still living,
Still believing,
Still loving.