This desperate nostalgia never ceases I search endlessly for what I've lost This longing for the past tears me to pieces I keep the photos but at what cost? How would you know what I'm feeling When inside I'm not sure I do While they're here I can't start healing I'm plagued with things you never knew I could tell you of my endless fear The way people make me want to run The way way I wish to leave when they are near The way they burn like harshest sun I could tell you what I'm thinking About how I'm not sure what I am How beneath the waves I'm sinking Or how sometimes I don't give a damn Bu I won't because your pure and new You don't deserve to bear such things I like remembering when I flew Now I'm an angel with cracked wings

In The Woods... In the forest dark and eerie The sun rises, dull and dreary Trees with faces long and leery Ghostlike figures wander weary All falls silent under#moon Creatures wail their lonely tune Victims long for the safety of noon The killing hour's arriving soon Under watchful eye of owl Creatures moan and scream and howl The tree twists into ugly scowl The stench of flesh and blood most foul

Genocide The night was black upon the hill The lines of trees where blacker still Contorted lepers, line on line Branches reach towards the sky The sun does rise, sky pales to grey Diseased leaves face another day Concrete monsters grow untethered Discarded trees grow old and weathered Concrete conquers all around As humans pin stars to the ground Hungry humans never sated Won't stop till their desires are abated Long suffering trees reach for the skies You know inside they're asking why They wait for the advancing trucks To grind their kind into the muck

The Winter World. Into the earth the rain was bleeding, From britain was the sun receding. Children looked with widest eyes, Upon the slate grey iron skies. They looked for light, they longed for spring, For flowers to bloom and birds to sing. And among the bitter ice and cold, One child acted oh so bold. She ran up to the mountains high, And shouted deep into the sky.

Of Mars And Of Stars - Opening Mars was an ordinary guy. He didn't ask for much, and he didn't get it either. He was the kind if person to nervously puddle through #life, trying to do a good thing when he could and avoid getting shouted at when he couldn't. Never did he think he'd be running from a couple of angry dwarves through the town centre on a Wednesday, but there was little he could do about it. Skidding around a corner he cursed, seeing the dead and and his own end just beyond it. Back against the cheap red bricks he employed himself to examining his attackers.