You pay tribute to an absent monarch. You're a vassal to a non existant Kingdom.
The throne of your gods sits empty.

‘I just feel like my life is a crumbling lie and I can’t keep lying to people anymore it’s like my whole thought process is unraveling and I feel people are starting to stare through the cracks and I can feel their glare on my organs and I desperately try to seal them out but they keep prying at me with their sticky horrible words and buttered judgement and I just want to run and vanish and loose everything on my terms, you know?’

‘IDK do some yoga or something.’

Don't shut the door to the noise.
The room is crazy loud
White walls and blank.

Seems silly to me.
Truth is a sycophantic nightmare.
The most Craven hearts stumble over the boldest moves.
Everyones OK
Nobody's crippled by despair.
Everyone swims in the same shallow puddle.
Of desperation
And then I ask you how you are.
And you regurgitate the same putrid line.
I'm alright.
Seems silly to me.

I know you never asked for this,
Such a child.
Pathetic and alone.
But it came,
The help you dreamed of
The sorcery you imagined.
She comes,
The witch in the wine
The witch in the shadows.
She comes.
You need not ask no more.

Does the way out come to those who ask politely?
Asking for a friend.

Is there a reason you refer to me in the past tence?
Have you ever licked marble doctor?
Salty and certain.
I'm going to ****** my husband. You know I am. Tomorrow.

Field Ball
Hedge Row
Corner stone Pop game.
Junk mine
Get mine
Huff mine
All Mine
My game
My Will
My job
My Life my party my death my mud.

Does a dozen make a dime?
Does a dime make a difference?
Does a difference make a dossier?
Does a dossier make any sense at all because this is making about as much sense as your life which is as delightfully nonsensical as this script.

An empire of a man,
Nestled deep under the sun.
A sign, to march back home.

A man within the moon,
Emblazoned across the earth,
Home, a long way off.

An inferno moulds the void
Rapture embrace; the sky,
As empire stains the dust.

I fell in love with my idol
He toppled me, I lay flat,
He towered me, I stood strong.
He cast me out. I'm done praying.
The totem rodded me
And I received.
Let someone else prostrate before that draft ******* plank.
Silly painted branch. Graffitied with lies.

Holding, close to you tonight.
So cold, we shiver. Our minds
Beg closeness, but know only fight,
Our dark words twisting the light.

Tread lightly on shards of comfort
Outstretched blades of rust stab at welcomeness
Place your blade in your scabbard sword dancer
Swivel and point, smile and wave, and slice and suffer
Your hole pours red. Life gleefully leaves its husk.

If algorithms had flavour it would probably taste like McDonald's.

Chewy chewy bugs. Make the fox do the happy dance.
Let the fox dance. Hes happy.
Feasting on his tea.
Chewy fox happy fox.
Cute fox in his fox hole.
Leave the fox be.
In his happy hole.
He'll play tomorrow.

Entangled, enabled, ennobled.
Eternally enfeebled.

Endlessly empty. Embarrassed.

Ended.

Clinging to happiness
Grip is slipping,
Another line
Another day
Another ***.
Another beer.
One last hurrah.
I wonder to myself,
Does my mother actually know me?

Curtain drops,
Crowd applauds,
The magician takes a breath.
He looks down at his plain fingertips.
True magic will never be his to perform.
If it was, he would simply disappear.
Forever.

It was Gustav Hunger that brought the storm.
We watched in agony at the cruelty of it.
Children beheaded in the orchards.
Our hands are bloodied now.
Nothing grows in the fields of sorrow.
The expanse is blinding. Gustav says we are to be made into honest and true working folk.
He killed Annie mason yesterday.
I miss my boy.

The black chair
Is black.
Accessorised with yellow.

Your head in my hands,
Breathing slowly my scent
Choking and joking
It isn't as real as it is to me

Nuzzled in close.
My boosom in bloom.
Coughing rejecting
I dream of time when you can just love me.

I wash you away
A **** down the drain
Your silence are screams
I wish you would just make it up to me.

Bright lights, noises,
My mind is overcome.
My body rips around my neck,
My mind is not my own.

Glowing hands make pretty signs,
Enticing overtones.
Come closer, into the nether realm,
All I know, I'm not my own.

In a crystal, I am a butterfly.
I walk when I should run.
In a dream world, I fly, another life,
A body. Never mine to own.

This mind of concubines.
Of slaves to all I want.
My needs have become a metaphor,
For wrongs not quite my own.

Maybe in the real world,
I'll find my way back home.
Until then, I ride this downward *****,
I've made this life my own.

Tears. Icicles against the concrete.
His semicircular view of a world passing by.
He wept. Crystals, chest freezer vista.
The warmth of friends seemed so distant.
Sand dunes on a simple path.
Gasping for air he longed for moisture.
Silly oasis would never come.
His friends loaded the chat and he wasn't there.
And they wondered if he really meant what he said.

The ***; he drinks his coffee.
A coffee with a ***.

With coffee, he smokes a cigarette,
A coffee with a ***.

He enjoys a smoke and coffee,
The ***, coffee,with ***.

He'll do the same tomorrow,
A coffee, and a ***.

Words so cold,
**** off everything.
Take the memories.
Words so hollow.
Forget all of it,
Horde the lot of it.
Words forlorn,
Swallow all the pain
Take this mental strain.
Words, my own.
Be myself again,
Life, a filthy stain

Ripped away,
When we said we were close.
She won't love you like I can.
Yet here I am.
Your dead allotment.
Bitter and fertile. Just how you left me.

Walk down the logs
**** in the stream.
Dance on the cobbles.
**** up your knees.

Walk an the pathway.
Death in the brush.
Skip on the cobbles.
Murderous rush.

Over the threshold.
In mothers arms.
Dagger in cuddles.
Blood soaking.

Cigarette lit,
Dancing embers in the rain.
Breathe in.

Head to the sky.
Exhale.

A pause.
A thought.
A moment for yourself.

Bliss.

Let the downpour wash away the tears.

Fbi agent poke made his play.
My ******* has never been the same.
Chess for Christians.
Noahs **** .
Running because it's a Sunday
Afternoon tea. Served with *******.

A Sorry sight
With the kung ****
Scales and.
Say it loud. Martial facepaint.
Tea towel set,
For a familiar knife and fork. Like this.

So forlorn,
You hide behind smiles.
So bitter,
Your sheathe your spittle, smile.
Only you know what this madness is, doubt
You'd ever know if those words were cried out,
I'd die a thousand times you'd only smile,
I've died a thousand times and you stayed quiet.

Empty.
Please take the world away from me.
Quietly,
Slit away,
Hands from the outside.

Hush now puppet.
The strings are ******* in bows.
Claws off stage with fingers tangled,
Cleave into the brain.

Can't use these hands
Fingers aren't my own
Can't say what I mean.

Can't stand this life
This depression is all I own
I love what it's done to me.

Can't remember if it's real
The men that speak down to me
So **** in their long white gowns.

Can't cope with this no more
My world better ******* explode.
At least then I can watch the fireworks.

Wined, dined, not a lady in sight.
Stomach lump. Body drunk.
Time a line of pudding.
Start your engines. Wave the flag.
This cart will race for miles.
No horizon. No turn off.
Miles and miles and miles.

Pray, the saints go wild.
Sin and the gods smile wide.

His hands. Lonely, cold. Open to the end.
He sees. The terrifying rust in the rainbow.
He is. Alone.
Afraid.

Best foot forward
Forward marches back.

Newspaper Sunday,
Another day gone.
Clawing the clockface, for just one more rave.
Hiding from sunrise, I've seen it before.
Cold and empty. Weekend comes round.
Craving beige in an candle of colours,
Holding out for an impromptu paint spill.
Beige has never seemed so intense.
When the world is beige, so bright I'm blind.
I'll shut my eyes and hide in the dark,
My different beige will light up the spark.

Powder tickles,
Nasal trickles,
Whiskey, wine, makes me feel fine.

Hiding in a blanket
Prayer lost in a church,
Shielded in a pew but no-one cares that you're there,
It isn't why you're looking when you're feeling the burn,
Thoughts exorcising reason and it's all you can bare.

Tomes providing reason,
When you're lost and alone,
As you see the gold and silver, and you feel you're at home.
But just behind the curtain peeking cold and afraid,
Is the same possessive helplessness that you feel in your veins.

Are you blessed on holy contact
When you roll back your sleeves?
Are you baptised by the needle as it washes your needs?
As the vestments of your eyelids black the white of your eyes,
As the emptiness and loneliness comes to blacken your sky.

The prayer that you speak when you need God the most.
Is the silence as you see him when he runs through your host.

And when ***** fills your lungs and you've completed the prayer,
When the tourniquet is loosened and your veins breathe some air,
When the needle bows it's head and you can writhe in dark,
When nobody is looking and you don't know where you are...

Feel him wash, and cleanse your soul.
Leopard stigmata, forgotten soul.
Breath is a whisper. Lie in your hole.

Into the vapid singularity,
He's ****** forth, whole.
The wasp fly's by, unfettered.

She toils amongst the gravel.
Blood eageled by her hollow gains.
Timid, as time slips softly across her lips.

Time slips around open wrists,
that yearn for redemption.
Tracing crosses in the sky.

Hallowed, and hollowed. She contains her sick spells.

Veridian green billboards with a vetitver scent.

But red with wine and regret.

You're near, yet you're blind. You're feeling around, it's cold. You're fingers, feel hope. You feel only what you want. You're blind as a rock. You stumble and fall. You feel the hole. That we all wish to fall down.

Cry hands unbled.
Hate thy neighbour.
Neck unsnapped.
Wood construct nightmare.

Forever in mind, my maiden,
Bind you with me forever.
Cut you in two my maiden,
Have you in mind, forever.

Eyes are a prize, my maiden.
Blind ritual, my saviour.
Coffin entombed, my maiden.
Sleep still with me. My
Baby.

Here sister,
Why do you hide from your friends?
Here silly,
We are your friends.
Stay sister,
Its just us.
Hear sister?
Nothing cries, and no-one cries but you.

Cleave from the field of trees,
deep root seers grasp,
sorrow through the past,
stems grow through the last.
Grave most graceful sees beyond.

Normality trickles on by
Whilst I suffocate on the banks.
Such a pretty poison, glistening in the sun.
To suffocate or drown in toxic sludge.
To choke or hang.
Pass me the rope, It'll soon be weekend.

His rotten sleeves waft in the wind
Sleepily staining the air
He swirls in his stench
Flouncing in stink
Hatefully spinning his song.

Wildly turning
His zombie breakdown
Bellowing a gutteral noise

He spins till he bleeds
Staining the earth.
The onlookers gawp at the show.

The circle slows down
His pulverised ankles
Can no longer keep up the dance.

He slumps in a puddle
A grave of his making
A corpse
A posterity curse.

Didn't die in my sleep today.
A good day.
So says everyone else
Hands to the sky,
A meteor phoned home.
But I still didn't die in my sleep.
There's always tomorrow.