no body died
Colour

Like to play games do you
Like to flirt with blatant disregard
No touch just skip around the pot
Throw in turtle toes and lizard bones
Cackling crazy you’re crazy
Wasting all that life
Every little thing you fought for
Why won’t you believe in you
Sweet heart be the light
And lead the dark on through

Let us consider the present state of mind and bodily function
Let us evaluate the tone
It is a dull pale grey tainted by procrastination
It emanates a subtle scent of surrender
Try to think back to a time when you were bursting
With the colour only emotion can bleed
Now focus on the source of all the shadow
That is absorbing all the colour that you see
It is a far cry from Hades in extremis
And a long way from the end of existence
The source of it all is you
Take back control
You are the sun
Break through

london you broke my heart
but i’m learning to live without you
filling the void as best I can
but nothing stops the grappling
got your hooks in deep
scarring my guts
the huh huh stifled breath 
i can’t believe you made me choose

it’s here or there
it’s us or them
there’ll be no winner in the end
no ticket tape parade
no screaming boy fans
waiting hotel room
to please please please me
you no me know me
no just this missing
this divided longing
one year on
i’m breaking it down

friends i broke my heart
and I’m learning to live without you
eating the void like cancer
trying to stop the grappling
fade into the memories
deflating my ego
the cr cr laughing 
i don’t regret a thing
it has to make me stronger

kind of i want to

such fury
rolling in on distorted frequencies
yet i feel numb to it all
all rage extinguished
not dead on the inside
just incapable of anger
or more likely no need to feel it
sufficiently placated
all wrapped up in garments
sold subliminally, appealing to my need
for drama and individuality
for vanity and comfort
in the back seat driving down the 86 
past the fashionable
trying desperately not to be fashionable
the skinny black jeans rise against the world
and there it is
a glimmer of the rage
it’s still there
not dead after all
just under control
but can i lose it?
i kind of want to

crush of the foot on the forest floor
nothing like life down here
one single strand of sunshine
breaking through the ragged canopy
a fur lined fey fancy
at the periphery of your vision
and you cling to that
like you had a hope
like you could escape this on your own back
control, such a precious device
can you switch it on
are you in it, the machine?