mantrabelieve the EagleWork towards the windplace your ear to the groundand wait for the next thunder rumblelisten to them comingstealing life around themsnatching ideas awaytheiveing our beliefsstand up andRun, Run, Run.
quiet silenceworks that once held meaningfall untouched to the flooryou may not speak nowyou may not seek solace hereyour final prayerhas been whisperedinto the ear of your godexcepthe no longer wishes to listenpack up your lifeinto a small brown suitcaseyou shall weep in roomsthat were once fullbut now are silentand still.
mind gamesComing down the steps, I happen to glance to the left, and see you, lurking there. Your eyes seem to flash as they recognise that you have, yet again, been caught out.Of course, I do not give myself the satisfaction of believing that you are annoyed at being discovered, because I know that it would only make you believe that I still have some sort of corner, tucked away in my mind that is reserved for thoughts of you only.Don't fret, though. Although it is plainly obvious that you are not for me, I know that, secretly, I yearn after you when the lights go out at night. I will never willingly let you know this, because the red hot embarrassment at being trapped beneath your scolding and condescending laugh would suffocate me completely. My only job is to pretend that I do not care, that my thoughts never slip. That I do not remember the smell of your hair or the touch of skin against skin. I only think of these things when I am safely locked away in my room, when there is no chance of
moulddo you realisethat i've got nothing to live for?i strive to be your angelbut, somehowi simply turn outblackened every timei cannot keep a clean slatei am forever turning over a new leafand pulling up socksthat refuse to stay upand yetyou and iwe do not seem to worki am endlessly tryingto mould myselfinto the shapeof the womanthat you would have me bebut there are stills some crackssome corners that have notquite filled outand i am lefta halfmade personi gave uplong agoin the beliefthat only youcould make me whole.
damed conversationyou and mewe don't fit togetherthere is acataclysmicexpansebetween us nowi wishthat you had notleant overoh so casuallyand saidin analmostmatter-of-factnice-weather-isn't-itway'you are my lifemy heartbeatmy entire mindyou lull me to sleepwhen dreams elude meand you wake mejust in timeto see the sunrisethat reminds mecompletelyof you'
visionsand the spotsand dotsof colourthat appearin my visionfade slowlyonly to reappearwith vigori find it uncannyhow similaryou are tothese freckled partsof my ill sightyou runand jumpand skipwithin my mindand maybeoccasionallyreturn to mydaily routinebut you never stayhow i wish that you would stay