Tired resistance Slow like treacle leaves the spoon Falling into stasis The sun has risen, all energy cons… Love has reached critical mass

This feeling I have is of complet… This is hopelessness coupled with… A wave of abject misery, falling How can I wish I wasn’t here This feeling I have of despicable…

the cobbled streets of my home tow… a childhood rained on by a salacio… this town was once a dickensian sn… not much changed from the seventie… now this place has lost its heart,…

a burgeoning fear than gnawed upon… shadows descend in corners like sp… amplified sounds snap in your ears… and every movement espied is where… footsteps pacing and candles being…

to you I’m less than derisory it seems I’m viewed as empty space… a nocturnal drift to an overspill as you scream without fear or grac… respect is just a word without wei…

through the broken windows with the peeling paint with the cracked putty and the ghosts of faces peering echoes yelled

Dark corners, smothering emptiness That turns the key that holds tigh… The pervasive resonance of bleak c… Corridors of patience, halls of wa… Dark crevices, smouldering embers…

This morning is a water well I’m… My finger nails are scraping and b… These tubular walls a prison, a nu… From where rays won’t sift or sit Cold and ambiguous, the strength…

down the dark hallway dull light through it glimmers, pure, an ebony smoke plumes fume into forms and shapes, a spinning mass of fear

If I could tell you the story Read you the journal of my life Could you listen without a judgeme… And keep your lips pursed tight If I could show you everything