Quieten Down(er)

I’ll
take
anything
you’ve
got to
give

A drink;
a smoke,
a sedative

As the
voices
in my
head
these
days

Are
proving
far too
competitive

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

A(pathetic)

What
is
wrong
with
you

He
said

Why
can’t
you
just
try
your
best?

I
honestly
don’t
know

She
said

It’s
an
illness,
I guess

(Prick)ly

Not
the
best
at
being
loved

But
pretty
good
at
loving

Not
the
best
at
being
pushed

But
pretty
good
at
shoving

The Transaction

Give it to me hard

Give it to me rough

I honestly won’t mind

If you act a little tough

Squeeze me a little too tightly

Pinch me a little too hard

I just want to feel something

That doesn’t leave me scarred

Sanitised

Don’t
come
anywhere
near
me

I don’t
know
where
you’ve
been

There’s
no way
you are
touching
me

Until
your
hands
are
clean

Little Sister

I am not
who you
think I am

So please
don’t look
up to me

If you
only knew
the truth

You’d cut
down our
family tree

Whirlpools

When
I look
deep
into
your
eyes

I
can’t
help
but be
pleasantly
surprised

For
I actually
feel
something
down
below

And I
thought
I’d lost
that
years
ago

RSV P(iss Off)

What are you
inviting me for?

After all
this time

I was sure you
had eradicated me

From the
family line

Well, let me save
you the bother

I wouldn’t even
want to come

Not unless I’d
get two free shots

With a fucking
sawn off shot gun

The Loan

I’ve
never
felt
relief
like it

To have
something
go right
despite it
looking like
it was
all over

Now I
must try
hard to
make it
count

For who
knows
when,
yet
again,
that debt
will mount

Disclaimer

I think it’s finally happened

I’ve actually gone mental

Any similarly to actual persons

(Alive or dead)

Is purely coincidental