Thursday, 19 August 2010

On Spades and Pills

The tapping of this keyboard reassures me that I have something to say,

When I know that beneath the layers of my decaying persona

Lies nothing but a confused anaesthetized pain.

And yet I go on, digging deeper, scratching away

at the surface, hoping to reveal some answer, some fate.

But the spade never hits stone, never reaches solid ground.

I am baseless, without foundation.

The digging will never end.

I must blunt the blade.

I must take the pill. 

Wednesday, 4 August 2010

The Paddlesworth Blues

I stood alone at the door of dawn
Staring into the dark unkown
Wondering whether to fall
or to call
so sick of it all.

Seventeen years of life, love and shit
A life-time of hurt,
wallowed and spun
With four more to come
till I'm dead and done.

Relentless oncoming, train of fate
Tracks carved into my soul
Window pain unable to quell
As we pulll into hell 
the Paddlesworth cell