Masterplan

The
candle
grows
dimmer

As my
patience
wears
thinner

Whilst
I wait
for the
steel
to bolt

My
temper
a simmer

As
you
think
you’re
the
winner

Yet I
plan my
peasants’
revolt

Enjoy My Silence

I’ll
say
it was
my
fault

I’ll
take
all
the
blame

Just to
protect
you
and
yours

From
feeling
this
terrible
shame

But
don’t
think
it’ll
last

I
won’t
stay
quiet
forever

One day
I’ll
tell
the
truth

And
all
ties we
will
sever

Multi Storey Car Parks

As I stand here I wonder…

Who would care, really?

Who would cry?

Who would be bothered to stop and ask why?

Should I? Shouldn’t I?

I couldn’t really go through with it though, could I?

Who would laugh?

Who would sigh?

Is it even possible from up this high?

And then I jump.

Without another care in the world,

or even so much as a goodbye.