Drawn to the light, drawn to the light, night, moths, and dusty old bookshelves, and an empty chair, shadows across the room, shadows, here, here and there and everywhere, and must in the air, and silence, and despair, and wallpaper peeling off the walls, and photographs in a frame, a little faded, and a man…
Read MoreA cold man, an uncertain man, all devoid and numb, going who knows where, maybe going to get a gun, yes, please delete my heart, delete my heart from your mind, because it will do you no good, and wrap it up in a box, and throw it away for good, yes, please, throw it…
Read MoreDefying age, defying time, the hands on the clock are stuck on nine, the time the earthquake hit, and of the house the earthquake it devastated every bit, and now the clock it lies amongst the rubble, where the only thing that has time for it, is a mouse, after the humans fled, in a…
Read MoreDangerous, insanity, the only reality, killers walking the streets, damaged people with brutalised minds, and lots of time, and money to find, in the darkened city streets, after a war, come the crimes, of greed and the mind, dystopia, in what used to be utopia, a place where people do not care, and where you…
Read MoreWhat is this world, what is this place, where is the hope? Nowhere near any human being, no, except only hopeful greed in the leadership, now why are there still dictators, on this Earth, and why does the world let them for so long, continue to terrorise their people in so many ways? Who knows,…
Read MoreIt is cloudy above the pub, and the people inside are full of happiness, and drinking wine and beer, and all the fine choices that the landlords offer, with smiles and good cheer, and everyone is laughing with their friends, and the ones that they love, and no matter the mood, and when tired of…
Read MoreClean, in a way, as the snow it clears, the dirt it once more has its say, and underneath what lays, shoots of growth anew, magnificent and beautiful, coming through, rising from out of the cold into the warmer air, in the spring, as a river runs by and the leaves on the trees, they…
Read MoreBye, bye, birdy, bye, bye, his favourite bird, gone and died, and here he stands alone in the pigeon coop, amongst the foul air, under the blue sky, a simple man, crying tears, crying tears of despair, a gentle man, a man who cared, a man simple in his mind, but kind, kind, and crying…
Read MoreBury your heart, and bury your mind, and take your time, with your boots upon the chair, and your mind elsewhere, yes, hungry bellies, need food to eat, in the back streets of Futura, in the slums, where no one barely sleeps, and the waves of happiness come, only with amphetamines, and guns, as on…
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