Twist the blade around for me.
The site is one that mesmerises see.
I’m in awe so can’t look away.
I wish for it to never end, ok?
Party harder you’re no martyr.
Count the crows until it goes.
Dosed up and falling down.
I’m not the jester, now where is my crown.
An idiom I can’t observe.
Once more trip right up the curb.
Festering core that resides within.
Count to three then forget again.
Paralytic;
You are the muse.
Light the match,
Strike the fuse.
Wave goodbye this is a ruse.
Recount faster;
Vent your views.
But still I cannot find peace.
Every moment its a claim; I am for the weak.
Lashed unto those who plot and scheme.
All I want is to be freed from them.
Not an option, I heard you say.
Reset the match to which I did not agree.
My head spinning and eyes so dull.
You call me predator but I say you’re full…
A claim which holds no weight.
Especially without the second beat.
I meant to cry shit and failed it well.
For my mistakes I become condemned to hell.
Paralytic;
You are the muse.
Light the match,
Strike the fuse.
Wave goodbye this is a ruse.
Recount faster;
Vent your views.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 