Monday, March 26, 2012


She feels like she's falling,
So she takes his prescription.
That's when he starts to crave a little friction.
He spins her round, he grips her hand,
She never could quite understand...

Tuesday, March 20, 2012


She's coked up, gets choked up
So she drinks down, gets fucked around.
She's such a mess, can't take the stress
So she takes a pill, goes for the kill...

Friday, March 9, 2012


I drug myself to sleep
And struggle then to rise.
It's not much of a living
But how else to survive?

Sunday, March 4, 2012


At the bottom of bags and deep in my phone,
I keep finding notes of misery's moan.
I can't stop the voices, all through my head,
I can't keep it down, this bubbling dread...


I met you a night I was floating on glass,
I struggled to feel but could sense your pass.
You always look good when I'm a mess,
You always sound good, your voice's caress.