...and they told me that you were to die within the week
I took your hand in mine and held you ever so close
Setting a bed for you to lay with your weary head
Your muscles are trying, your heart is sighing and you body is weak
I read your beloved poems and adored with you your favourite prose
But before the day's end, in mine arms you were dead.

She told me leave I asked her how long
To wake the leaves I walk all alone
The day is dark and the nights feels distant
Lately I've been sad for no real reason
And the lamppost sighed at the vision
Follow the white road, follow it alone
The brown road is a detour
and you're left needing more

Air in my hair, ere to be here and there
Sniffling, solemn, saddening sarcasm
and the city sleeps, a ******* paid well
With my arms outstretched and wings in my mind
Time to tell the time, time and time again I told lies
It's time that tests my altruistic timbre
The pebbled road is illusive but filled with freedom
and it shall lead you back home

When we were you we'd sail on great bicycles, through fields and over the car parks
Crashing down at the corner store and fumbling with change to buy sweets and crisps
The old lady, incomprehensible, would threaten as we ran, pockets bulging and laughing at the wind
Back to the skate park and we'd giggle as we caught a breath and the boys would be fighting
Ah, I remember climbing the solemn tree atop the hill, looking into yards and tearing our clothes
We'd steal shiny jewels from the wheels of cars parked on each street, and trade once we were home
Do you remember the magazines we'd read, the popular lyrics being recited 'neath a sturdy table
Waking with the dawn and lighting matches on the climbing frame, letting fire fall through the air
Dear friend the trouble we'd cause and the trouble that followed
I still see the faces as we ran from street gangs attempting theft, our mothers would never allow such things
Yet we disappointed them, and the tree was cut down by the preacher man
We'd knock every door and scatter to safety, heartily laughing at childhood innocence
Oh and hopping from garden to garden, free spirits and free from concern
I wish we were still young

But life broke us all, the town collapsed atop us and we suffocated
I remember your blonde hair in the wind and the way you smelt
And how we'd kiss as we played life in mattress houses
Now I see you about town with the boys, and you're now a boy
Hooting at the ladies and jeering as the Reds concede another goal
Your face still pretty, bright and freckled, I'm still confused
And I, jaded and alone, sit here and ruminate on life's folly
The sadness that our town bestowed upon me still weighs heavy
For the abuser still walks these streets and I still cower
As the powder takes another victim, more battered faces
I curse the poverty and all it brings.

Remember those days
Those ****** days?
Days and days,
she says, she says
Remember those days?
The daze for days and days
Yet we remained, we stayed
for days and days
in a daze, confused, the haze
and days and days
Each day we fade
we fade and fade.

The ****** remained
but we laid and laid.

Stood lonesome beneath the old floodlight
Sweetest embrace, the Gods shone down
Forging great dramas in steel slabs
and returning home with a picture of Hollywood
I, sad-eyed fool, asked after you, and heard nothing
Though, in Benzedrine dreams I was gifted your scent
and awoke to the stench of ******* *****, and the powder dissolved
Ah, I have heard your voice
Yet you ignore mine

The great whale twisted in the alley, with biceps bulging
and tussling with hoodlums we were sent packing,
Awaiting us were the sterile walls of some grande hospital
Lined with officers, their pads and pens at the ready
Beds spinning, squinting under neon, docile
and confused

Bars and bars, from one t' other, flicking roaches into the gutter as we went
and howling at the harlots stood 'neath street lights, flickering
Poisoned in body, poisoned in mind, the spirit on it's way
Brick lanes and paddy wagons, urchins and knock-a-door run
The unshaven dealers, passing poor product to the children
and they, still in uniform, bleary eyed, satchels and sandwiches
We, tied, cuffed, stranded and free

Flags! The flags were a sight, satirical and stupefying
Patriotism always made me chuckle, it being so absurd
Yet her majesty still reigns supreme, have we no shame?
Oh justifiable mockery, tainted our streets, the names we know
How can one free one's country if one is but one person,
and how could one simultaneous be one million?

But even here in this mournful cell that layeth ten feet below, I am free, I may not know it yet, but I am...

There's a solitary sadness in my soul when I think of you
and him, touching you the way I should have
I happened upon your pictures on the internet and cried
because you seem happy, in a way I could never have made you
Remember the late nights, sleep deprivation, voice messages and pixels
Remember me as the boy that adored you, amorous and angst-free
I think about you still, daily, years later, after our odyssey
You lied, a lot, I understand though, of course I do
I just wish it had been me, that bore you children,
and entered into that classic institution of which I had no interest before you
Please, I hope you remember me, as I remember you, the time of day
Today I am depressed and wish you were here
Today I feel as if you know
and today I still love you.

Does he make you happy
If so I shall leave
If not I'll leave anyway, for what else can I do
When love has closed it's door, boarded the windows and turned on the sprinklers
Everyday I **** another memory of you, sacrificially
It's easy to do when you have a substance addiction
The ****** makes it easier to breathe since I no longer have you
Lonely robot, lonely boy, bruised synapse and broken spirit
Another tab will ease the pain
Another shot, one less to gain
Taping on a keyboard
Fruitlessly I came.

Is there anything more depressing than visiting a forum that hasn’t been active for a decade?
Perhaps visiting said forum on a Saturday evening, reading every thread and replying to at least five comments before realising that the site hasn’t been active for a decade.
The saddest part would be to continue replying to each thread before creating new usernames and replying to your own replies.
I guess the next logical step would be to continue the charade for ten years before dying a solemn death atop your festering keyboard and not being discovered until seven years later.
The forum continues to stand as a testament to your solitude as nobody has replied to your last post about the perfect way to make a ham sandwich.