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.

I’ve been jilted one too many times.
Sympathy has been removed from my line.
Call me stupid and name me weak.
See how many times those things you get to repeat.
Before I make you re-analyse.
Trust me it’ll be seconds until your cries.
Cause I won’t let you succeed where you should fail.
And when I’m done you’ll be behind a veil.
Begging for forgiveness from all you’ve wronged.

You’ve been beaten far too much.
It’s why you need no wooden crutch.
For you have grown into a wall.
Impenetrable no matter what may be the tool.
Yet in quiet moments you are soft.
But not in a way that suggests you are crows short in the loft.
Maybe that’s why we gel so well.
Because you are like me and we both fell.
Though never will we ever again be torn asunder.

Raising hell since I was 3 years old.
Refusing to do as I’ve been told.
Worn the flag of rebel all my life.
Its why I have a pornstar wife.
Ignore those who think I’m wired wrong.
Dress as I wish instead of conform.
After all who wants to be a clone?
Its like forever answering a ringing phone.
Boring, mindless, it sends you mad.
Doesn’t mean that I am bad.
Simply I refuse to bow.
The man has nothing on living, wow!

In my teenage years I ran away.
Stil don’t regret it to this day.
Experiences I got helped form who I am.
Ensured I never became a meek and mild man.
Its why I fight for what I believe.
Not sit in sadness with lights off and grieve.
Not for everyone, yes I know.
Doesn’t mean I’m a tearaway so and so.
Simply a guy trying to live my best life.
Instead of writhe in mind numbing strife,
Hating every second I live and breathe.
To me that is a waste, indeed.

Going grey but still exactly the same.
Unwilling to live inside my brain.
Life is here and should be lived.
Before you know it you could be gibed.
Have seen none of the wonders to behold.
Things that turn a life to pure gold.
So ignore the haters and push on through.
I did it and you can always too.
Only too late if you give up and fade away.
Allow yourself to embrace mental decay.
Regrets will never get you to where you want.
They will only crush you beneath a conformity hunt.

Severed reflections upon a razors edge.
Words you’ve spoken are without pledge.
For light can’t rise from our inverse pit.
It’s why we remain knee deep in shit.
Desperate for glimpses at the beyond sky.
Fractured by cyclone’s that mark goodbye.
Pulverized by disjointed prayer.
Hair stands up as we accept despair.

Disembodied by the vacuum of our souls.
Stretched out acorss eons of hot coals.
Shattered upon the jagged abject rocks.
Bodies pulsing with corruption shocks.
Winding deeper into our chest cavities.
Filling up our fragile minds with sleeze.
Perforation snapping our hope.
Upon these words we forever choke.

Trigger warning that our systems failed.
If only we had renounced and joined the veiled.
Perhaps pollution might have been our key.
Rather than walk amongst cycling heresy.
Of amalgamated prostitution pacts.
Dolled out by our high council rats.
Fixated upon saving naught by trinkets.
Never consider or even think this.

Emerald seas stained by our chemical habit.
Still we reach out to try and grab it.
But what remains are lies made physical.
What should not have been at all visible.
Yet here it stands looming over our heads.
Or it stands at the foot of our beds.
Reminder of how far we’ve dropped.
That in this cage we made we are locked.

Sift and writhe through the dirt.
Little remains but our hurt.
Realms of lost fogotten mystery.
Weakened remnants of a once grand history.
And we are its people, subjugated.
Our chosen path cursed and desecated.
As a result we have been stripped.
Its as if our wings have been clipped.

Nameless.
Stripped to shadow.
Torn down from our highest highs.
Obliterated the chance at another rise.

Crawl through filth and endless mud.
Our once glorious home now barren crud.
Unravelled by a foreign evil.
When it is close you feel primeval.
Its as if a beast is gnawing your skin.
A feeling that is quite akin…
To being drawn and quartered.
Marginally better than being slaughtered.

Nameless.
Stripped to shadow.
Torn down from our highest highs.
Obliterated the chance at another rise.

Vicious, cruel, vile and hated.
Our betrayer is the essence of negativity.
Refuses to stop crushing neck with knee!

Nameless.
Now we revolt.
Nameless.
For freedom we do assault.
All the fears that have gone piercing through.
Nothing it tries will keep us from a new…
World, that is no longer impaled.
Setup and destined to be failed.
For elimination has come to pass.
We have returned to first from last!