30 April

P38 Lightning

Over grown
With undertones
Non conformist
With a twist
Peace of mind?
My last piece left . . .

Sunk and still sinking
Drunk and still drinking
Gone but still thinking
Last laugh and winking.

Strong enough?

Forgotten syllables
I bomb like a tranquil hit

Super-imposed
Lost but have chose

Sink or swim; overdosed

Skint (my amature photography)

Sniffin' Glue

I'm in no position
To shampoo and condition you
In to what I see
In to what I believe
In to what I want you to be
But, Hey, it's ok.
Cos I'm 'Half Way There'
I'll just step back, take a look, and see
That you really don't care about me
Or about me and you.
Because your more in to sniffin glue than exposing the truth.
Hey, which is fine,
But I mean, 'DO IT ON YER OWN TIME!'
Cos I'm not into wasting time
More time that I have
More time that I'll never get back
While yer studded and stuck up and quite literally fucked up
And I know, I'm seeing it, its crazy!
Its like its all about to explode
And all I can do is hold my nose
As we dive into overdose
Mais quel-que chose
Pulls me back and makes me sane again
Like how I'll always be your friend
But I don't know why.
Will you be my ground when I'm falling down?
I don't think so.
But you know how it goes.
So here I am again,
Holding my nose