THIS TIME

Feel like ill never make it, my world crashing down to earth as I feel I am at the end.
All the years fall by like broken autumn leaves, an empty shell of life. It will never be right, im always drifting on the tide, stained with blood and oil from a dying land remorseless. I failed with Bev and carry the scars, got over it and try for my future, my own. Louise remembers my daughter, my words from 1993. Now she cares as my friend.
Empty words? I want a mysterious goth to go through life with, I have two chances, Scandinavian Karmen and Naomi with two kids, a losers choice. These are the girls I back, my empty decision on the journey to my end. Trying to get a girl, to be a union and do it right, this time…

TIME WILL TELL…

Im a prisoner in my own life, got a deluge of violent images bombarding me. Oh god make it stop, it brings me to my knees. I swear im not a violent man, my problems from the past are years old, at times they come and get me at night, for those hours im on my own and vulnerable in my bed, the assault continues. I try to use my common sense to distance myself from myself but it’s so hard, ive seen a shrink, councillors and had tablets. Girlfriends have advised me and mates listened, it’s not their shit. My demons are my own and I must defeat them or ive had it. I say I will but time will tell…

EWE

Whose the best poet and writer in this shit town of Oldham? It’s me, mother fuckers!
Im the magic one, a pagan male God who despises all forms of organised religion and trendy twats. Give me a publishing deal and read my words, bow down and weak as here I am. a goth, a war lover, me! So what will you do about it? Dream me away? well im here to stay! Put a spell on me? Ill hex you till dead. Ignore my rebel voice? Ill shoot you now. You see im the last goth poet with an attitude. Nothing will doom me, not you or the system. Betray me and ill still have my ultimate power, im one, alone, you’re many, like sheep. Such easy targets for my words and thoughts.