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Panic


I’m sitting here wishing,

Waiting for a trip beyond this.

Nothing can keep me from this moment

Not even the death that grips my mind.

The grace of all missery, dressed in a gown of

black.

The fury of her hatred, a burning polaris

igniting a trepid reaction to a meaningless vision

The heart beating faster than the speed of

light

time around me drowns and moans

Gasping for air I’m sinking slowly waiting

Sinking, deep, dangerous, dark, distraught

Time has gone, light has gone

beats beat faster

sense is senselessness without emotion

Distorted smashed into shards

Filled with fear it’s closing me down

No returning from this eruption

I’m a canibal

Eating my own soul

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Woman


She turned on the radio
It was maddening
How’d she know I was here
I wanted to kiss her but –
I sensed her reserve
I didn’t feel like sleeping
Soon It was midnight
I walked Down the street. And back
To my place – there was half a bottle of
Wine left on the coffee table
I couldn’t hold back a sob
But…I’ve got to tell her
The sun was really up
Painful and yellow.

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Words spoken


Stop just let me speak
There’s no need to carry on.
I know what you will say
And I don’t want to hear it.
She turns to look at him
Staring into his lonely eyes.
I’m finishing with you
Your to much to handle.
He doesn’t like what he hears
Ok he says, so leave then.
Take this time to think
About are amazingly awful
Situation stumble silently
Over our obedient obligations
Knifed knowing killers kill
Things close to our hearts.

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Today the light went out


I walk into my kitchen
She’s here again
Sat on the floor
Chewing her nails
Waiting for me to talk.
I look at her in disgust
Whilst she attempts to
Grab my hand.
I want you back – she says
Pushing back her hair,
To show me some REAL tears
Fuck she thinks I’m an idiot
So I refuse to talk
Stepping over her I reach –
I reach for the tea bags.
The kettle is crying
This girl is crying
Hell I think my dog is crying.
I leave the kitchen
Returning to my room
I blast out some zeppelin,
Man it pissed her off
She stormed into my room
Like a wolf on a rampage
Why are you doing this
Blah blah blah
I decide to answer her,
You know why…
Fucking that Irish guy
To start my rant
And ending with the
Debt I owe.
Fuck you, go back to
Dublin find this man
And show him how
Fast you ride
I’m busy polishing
My lamp so please
Take your shit somewhere
Else.
I carry on blasting zeppelin
The door slams shut
Shit my lamp just broke.

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