Minding my own business when in comes the flood.
Advertising, force fed, asked for none of it.
Desperation to tempt to buy has become paramount.
Otherwise our system could collapse like a house of cards.

Is it sustainable for us to live this way?
Incessant need to buy, sell, buy until nothing does remain.
Cause does no one see a day will one day come…
Where no one will need or want a thing that is being pushed on them.

Maybe i am simple or just being strange.
Neither would surprise me really but i am not the same.
At one time i would’ve purused and participated.
And while i still do my wish has been greatly degraded.

Perhaps thought should be made for a revolutionary change.
Not overthrow and bay for blood.
Rather consideration for a system that aids all it should.
Bring equality where it has remained absent.

Are you still out there searching for solace?
If you find it come and tell me of it.
For times are changing into what i cannot say.
I fear it is straight toward negativity.
But to accept defeat, lay down and give in…
That to me sounds like a criminal failing.
For if it was easy would it be worth doing?

Will I continue to cross the seas for peace?
I hope I will for such a state would bring relief.
No more fearing if the world could descend and die.
Instead would be an age of unrivalled stabulity.
Something that is needed most i must admit.
Pity everyone won’t simply ponder it for a bit.
Though maybe one day things might be different.

Does a splinter continue to push for more?
Or has the toll brought them down to the floor?
Answers weak as if confidence is low.
And the saddest part is you and are joined them too.
So does that mean we to have got lost?
If so then what might be the outgoing cost?
Reticent to give an answer while delving deep into our character.

Outcome declared that we still stand true.
Its why as two we split from them too.
For betterment is a path most worthy.
Not just for us but all humanity.
And so we have returned to walking the world.
Clenching our hopes that it won’t turn cold.
Fighting on for a much better tomorrow.

Flawless as a polished gem.
Nothing you do will bring an end.
To say obsession lives within.
Isn’t quite a truth serum.
For what you are is a shining light.
Never glimpsed anything else as bright.
Its why so many flock to you.
Surround and stare upon you too.
Bow as if you are meant to be master.
But you’re mistress without fated disaster.

Specimen of entirely unique.
Some might wish to call you chique.
Others cry, you are an angel!
Inaccurate, for you need no label.
Descriptions are far better suited.
Or better still you leave voices muted.
For actions speak louder than words.
And people come to you in herds.
Eyes alight with burning desire.
Not sure anything can kill such fire.

Tasting you upon the breeze.
Its enough to make anybody freeze.
For you are one without many.
Can pick from absolutely any.
If it was me I would rejoice.
Though I do not expect such a choice.
And if it came I might fall down.
Yet never would you see me frown.
For wildest dream would be ablaze.
With me offering thanks for fifty thousand days.

My heart has been handed to you.
I never want you to return it too.
Came as such a massive shock.
How could I prepare for you to enter what I had forgot?
Elevate me to a whole new level.
Leave me warmed rather than a cold hearted devil.
Languishing in a solitary state.
Empty and without a heart rate.

Mesmerised by the possibilities.
Amazed that maybe I could feel.
Rather than hide away like I have.
Insistent that I should be solo.
Expecting nothing but to be hollow.

Turned around by just the thought of you.
Hope reborn from the darkness I knew.
Opened my arms to welcome as a friend.
Rejoiced when I was ushered in.
Now that is all like a distant memory.
Enjoyment has been returned so completely.

Those big brown eyes sparkle and shine.
Smile like an angel but multiplied a thousand times.
To be honest I’m still in shock.
Never thought you’d look at a mortal shmuck.
With that cheeky grin spread so wide.
You bring warmth to my frosty inside.
Cause for so long I’ve been an island.
As I look at you now i feel like a diamond.
Not in the rough but in purest form.
Yet to be honest you are my addiction.
Feel no reason to be ashamed.
That’s why I’m flustered but engaged.
Drinking every single line you possess.
Watching as your blonde hair dances.
All while your lips project your soft voice.
It keeps me enthralled but never takes my choice.
Though there are many more things I can say about you.
Such as how you are so humble and honest too.
Smarter than a genius could ever dream.
For you exist as a strong independent human being.

Stare through the haze in search of Babylon.
Clutching to hopes that it isn’t forever gone.
Are these dreams or visions guiding you?

Climbing foothills and mountain trails.
Seeking out your equivalent holy grail.
Ignoring chatter which labels you a dreamer.

Hard days and long cold nights.
Wind howls and frost bites.
Driving rain that rarely seems to cease.
Nothing shakes you from your confident belief.

Thousand miles without a single trace.
Defeat is something you begin to embrace.
When through the clouds you catch a sight.

Eager and filled with child like joy.
You rush toward what others might think a ploy.
Maybe they should’ve supported you.

For this is Babylon, you are sure.
It is perfect, peaceful, beautiful.
You gaze upon it with wonder.
Then you wake in a cave from slumber.

Crushed by realisation it was a dream.
Quickly the despair is replaced by another thing.
Realisation Babylon is carried within!

I’m watching the clock as the hand strikes two.
No matter what I try I can’t slip away from you.
Your embrace is so peaceful just like your voice.
Whatever you do never ask me to make a choice,
Between your company and being out on the street.
After all we both know which one will beat.
For being in public surrounded by drones.
I can’t think of much worse unless I have headphones.

Ignite a fire deep from within my weak chest.
One last time I feel the button should be pressed.
Risk everything and hope I do not falter.
If I do the truth is I may choke here.
Be left of my own with no one to smile with.
Damned to be forgotten without chance to forgive,
Deeds that I have written in permanent pen.
The sort that haunt when they come back round again.

Picture my rotting form perched up on a cliff.
Not as I was in youth, holding a spliff.
Sadly times have changed and become much harder.
No longer can I raid my parents stocked larder.
Rather I must fight for every breath I now take.
All while the ‘innocent’ claim I’m a mistake.
But who are they to have derailed my future?
For they are the ones who handed me the Sambuca.

Wallowing in a pile surrounded by sadness.
Thoughts in my head continuing madness.
Spinning around tormenting my every waking moment.
Dreaming up a brand new overpowered opponent.
Built to compound suffering upon my form.
Almost as though i should just conform.
But when I did I lost all that I loved.
Would’ve been quicker if off a bridge I’d been shoved.

Its perfectly ok to not be ok.
Some times it do just be that way.
With thoughts that hem you in.
Making your world spin and spin.
When that happens take a step back.
Relax, don’t force yourself, and you’ll return to the track.

Never think every day should be smiles.
There will be times when you’ll wanna swallow poison vials.
But don’t give in to those feelings.
Persevere to reach a point of healing.
Day is always darkest before the dawn.
Chill out, take baby steps and be free of the hate spawn.

Feeling low comes to us all.
If anyone says otherwise they’re a lying fool.
Doesn’t mean it will become your personality.
Like most negativity it will run away.
And when it does you’ll feel renewed.
Pleased, relieved, rejoiced and proud that no more bile will be spewed.

Plan is in motion with decisions set.
Beat in my chest is a thundering wreck.
Vest on my torso feels real snug.
Check of my rifle before I burst from the truck.

Cross the threshold and enter the room.
All tech jammed to make it high tech as a tomb.
Screams erupt to little effect.
Each person soon suppressed and thoroughly checked.

Countdown rattles off in our ears.
To be honest I wouldn’t call these civvies peers.
But when the vault opens whoops start to fly.
Nine steps in and we’re doing way more than fine.

Stash all bagged and loaded to go.
All that remains is the withdrawal so…
We make our move with a grand distraction.
No one will sus what it will be covering.

Pull out the structure and retreat to our ride.
In place of fear I begin to feel some pride.
Am I the villain or a saint is disguise?
When a bomb goes off my stomach flies.

I demand to know what the noise was.
Only to be told its above my cut cus.
Snarling I refuse to accept those words.
Bark, aim, fire cuts accomplices in thirds.

Van comes to a halt with only me still alive.
Sirens descend, I’m surrounded on all sides.
Offer no resistance as I surrender.
Before I’m taken I declare my badge number.

System checked, confirmed then I’m whisked away.
The bomb was a decoy, everyone’s ok.
Captains a little miffed I killed the crew.
To be honest I think it was way over due.

Ninety seven robberies over four months.
Made our force look like real chumps.
But tables turned now we have the dough.
Arranged an exchange to cut off the heads of the row.

Night of the meeting they arrogantly show.
Soon lost their cockiness when they went the way of the dodo.
Organised crime solved with case closed.
Guess that is sometimes just how it goes.

Cage in my chest is hollow.
Kept in check by these bitter pills I swallow.
Once I could’ve been called a man.
Now I’m an entity out here drifting.
Alone, condemned, barely alive.
This is not a state in which you survive.

So pick me clean.
Remove my stain.
Little matters if I am but a drain.
On myself for the mistakes I’ve made.
There is a debt that has to be paid.

Fractured by the howling storms.
Too long and deep i have been forlorn.
Held in suspension by intent.
What remained is way past spent.
Ruined, wretched, withered away.
All that remains of me is poison decay.

So pick me clean.
Remove my stain.
Little matters if I am but a drain.
On myself for the mistakes I’ve made.
There is a debt that has to be paid.

End to torment.
Finality incitement.
Give me the judgement!

Pick me clean.
Remove my stain.
Little matters if I am but a drain.
On myself for the mistakes I’ve made.
There is a debt that has to be paid.