another day without incedent
diseased and desperate
the weight of the world grinding your spine to dust
nothing is safe
nobody innocent
psychological damage cuts wounds deeper than any blade
you know more than most
candescent
like any old shit will do
constantly renewing, form after form never quite complete
where to go now, over the edge? or back to the mundane profundity of existence
no correction
no shame
falling and flailing
answering questions you never knew existed

to pull that beating loathsome heart out of your chest
carved into the bone
never amounting to anything
a peace full protest and the after math of intervention
all too common an occurence
quiet
indiscernable yet confound
every word
a sun
every sentence
a universe
more than i can take

closing of the mind
children lay in confusion wondered what the fuck happened to the promise of a free society
flashing colours and foggy minds
like sand in a desert
a thousand pieces
a million spines
grow into one
perplexing the desire
the need to stagnate
bury your soul in broken glass
tainted by meaning

the arrogance of the west
sickle cell and all manner of irrelevancies
twice stopped and regurgitated back through the hive
an act of charity
the dignity of choice
and how to capitalise on the esentials of life
pay tax
go to school
normal
a race of theives
the taste of blood on your lips
and i still get scared every time i see an ambulance
innocent as one
evil as legion
reprimed
unstoppable
a swarm of locusts

twitching in sporadic memory loss
over the counter
that acrid taste on your tounge
desperate need
hallowed in corruption

pulsating in your chest
another fresh start
every night
cowering in sickness
the working poor

better man
holy wars
white flags hang from the clouds
no more festivities
no more pleasantries
no more flase reactions
the will to grow stronger
spoilt for choice
the taste of her kiss on your breath
a long walk in the moonlight to clear your head
clear your fucking head
give you the right
swimming against the current
never complete
always more pieces to connect
broken glass
lining your lungs
hurting to breath
and as i crawl out of the water
a dying siren
beckons me back to the waves