Sleeping On Trains

From the corner

Of my eye

I see you

Sitting there

Her head resting

On your thigh

Your fingers

Stroking her hair

I remember those days

My head touching his

When my heart

Would do nothing but flip

Yet all I feel now

Seeing such bliss

Is the overwhelming urge

To be sick

‘Meat Is Murder’

Well I hope you’ve enjoyed

Your murdered bird

I can’t think of anything

More absurd

Than to eat your friends

On Christmas Day

Proclaiming such abuse

As the Christian way

Keep
hold
of
those
who
love
you

And
fuck
the
ones
that
don’t

They’ll
be the
ones
who
burn
in
hell

And
you’ll
be the
one
that
won’t

Is
this
really
true

She
asked

Are
you
sure
this
isn’t
a dream?

I
promise
you
with
all my
heart

He
said

Some
things
really
are
what
they
seem