A man stands before you, through tears he appears blurred.
Like a description of a man someone misheard.
Dry your tears and what appears is the same blurry man.
Began with vigour, when the world seemed bigger, when life wasn't set on a hair trigger.
This cruel world broke him, poked him and joked as the mighty oak was cut down and the fires were stoked and all that he was went up in smoke.
Like a description of a man someone misheard.
Dry your tears and what appears is the same blurry man.
Began with vigour, when the world seemed bigger, when life wasn't set on a hair trigger.
This cruel world broke him, poked him and joked as the mighty oak was cut down and the fires were stoked and all that he was went up in smoke.
Folk like to tease, aim to please.
Seize any opportunity to wreak sadness with impunity, immunity to empathy and plain pathetic; playing prophetic top trumps.
I bet he'll cry.
I bet he'll try to tell on us.
I bet he'll fly home to mummy with his bent beak in bandage.
I have a different prediction, one based in non-fiction.
I bet one day he'll look back at this and feel sorry for you sad cunts.
Giving someone shit so yours tastes sweeter; Plain pathetic.
I hate to see the fire in someones belly quenched
I hate to see someones parade being drenched.
I hate to see these twats kill something that's hard to get back.
The effervescent essence of youth, hard to bottle and even harder to reproduce.