8th January - The Scars I can still fell the ridges, now a darker shade of pink etched into pure skin, a thousand words forever telling their story, forever locked in pain, forever a reminder. Some deep, some faint, their journey delicate at first, occasional footsteps barely visible, until despair took over, turned them into giant leaps, gave them a silent voice of tears in blood. Now they travel with me, from the inside to the out, a sideways glance churns away, and sends me right back to that place, right back to that time, and a demon inside disturbs, a demon inside awakens. From my second self-published book 'this heat, it's hell closing in on me'.

4th January - Escape I close my eyes and imagine a freedom, An escape from the grime and shit, A release from all the trappings, An end to smothered normality. This asylum of ignorance and swine, Inmates shuffling along, this walking dead, With heads down and shoulders slumped, No respect for each other's pathetic existence. They rip and shred their fellow kin, Beat and burn any wayward glance, Pillage the very land they live on, And waste away the precious time given. To hell with thy neighbour, Let's snarl at the homeless man, Why don't we poison our bodies? And corrupt our brains. Our maker must truly despair in silence, Sob and wonder where it all went so wrong, Pray for someone to answer their prayers, Get to the punch line of this sick joke. I open my eyes and see a prison, A planet full of grime and shit, No release from all the trappings, No end to this smothered normality. (well - there is one release) From my second self-published book 'this heat, it's hell closing in on me'.