Read. ORanje. YelllOw. Wight. GReeen. Blew.

Oh hello fellow opiates
You stand around bland and gutless
There’s treasure to be found and won
But looking too hard is too hard too hard?

your fathers love
your wings were feathered
you loved the air
the sun got heavy
wax it rot like teeth in heat
it fell and took you underneath

you put yourself
into the nest, the other birds

My skin leans on my bones
my bones my bones
there is another me beneath
the skin that leans on them

My teeth askew in many directions
No symbol of my prospects are they
How dare I breath with such horror hidden
Between my dry cracked lips

The english language dilluted
filtered with fewer words but polluted
ugly words
the beautiful language dead
the modern language on tips of tounges
and from mouth to mouth it spread

Wrist to chain
chain to stone
wrapped around
your thin skinned bone
your melancholy pond
no reflections shown
shone
die in bonds
to the better suffocation
unknown

one person only
to grant me liberation
and let my thoughts be free
of ponder and wonder
wander off
they shall no longer

no long shall my thoughts day dream a drift away

sometimes i get happy
and its the best feeling i've had
until the next one comes around
and im happy to be sad

Like a child pulling legs off spiders
And burning ants from magnifying glass fires
Limb from limb, shrinking and shrivelling
Butterflies in jam jars, wasting, withering

Maybe i have made some debt
but this has gone too far
you've chased me till im out of breath
in your unstoppable car
but you'll reverse in fear and threat
because i have got the match

with
all i got
and all i want
i wish i was...

with
all my loss
and all my troubles
i wish i was...

with
all my love
i wish you were here
i wish i was...

you are all i've got

I’m walking backward on the road
I’m a tourist who’s bitten off my than I can chew
I’m taking every thing in as it comes
don’t need release until I’m new

round me up a gang in a rope
tie them, hang them
watch them choke
Crown me a virgin of the streets
the slang in short, is too short for me
a dialect and Undistinguished tones
cut me up like a

Kitty cat in mouse trap
Hunter in the bear trap
Spike in the lion claw
Of your family first catch
The turtle wins the race
But the rabbit doesn’t fight back
Loan sharks Biting