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'.