Cure Mode

Enjoying
the
silence

With my
pictures
of you

Running
to your
heart to
be near

And
although
pleasures
remain

As you
fall into
my arms

Equally,
so does
the pain

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

Pre Booked Fun

Are you
sure I
have to
come out
tonight

As I
really
can’t
be
arsed

Apart
from
anything
my face is
a fright

And the
will
to get
dressed
is sparse