I screamed And I ran But the image caught me I knew him The suit and hat Faceless Shapeless Yet familiar The darkness inside Despair Grabbed me Consumed me And I became nothing But air Darkness in those Looking for me And fear In those who saw His many forms
Dizzy Disoriented We have to climb Our destinies Upwards always For distributing Disease Devastation Disaster
Before they burst From our heads The ascocarp Like alien flowers Growing for weeks Before blooming With spores Of infectuous Beauty And their asci Carrying collective Doom
At times it might feel as if you can't do anything right, like the only thing you're good at is ******* things up and every turn you make leads only to dead ends, The clocks on the wall still tick tock their pretty little hearts out like laughter, cruel laughter at how broken you are, but the important thing is to never forget that a broken clock is right twice a day
My hometown is a place of rustic beauty and simple people a population under 200 meant that everybody knew everybody farmer Neville and his sheep always on the loose and the quiz night at the pub just another excuse to get drunker and drunker and the private boarding school which I attended so rich with false academia we learned the lessons which would prepare us for the false prophets yet to come and the public school and their ***** uniforms where I found my friends friends who at this point have arrest records ranging from assault to petty larceny and criminally wasted potential oh how I miss that town even now, because despite the racism and xenophobia which infest my kinsmen I still have to believe that things can get better that life there can match the beauty of North Yorkshire farm lands and woodlands and friendly knowing smiles My hometown isn't perfect and I wouldn't have it any other way