In between bouts of pain I clutch at straws Well I’ve got news for you foul beastNot another day will I feed your greedI’m getting off your medicationYour bowl will be emptyYour greed unfed. And you will dieThat I may live. In between bouts of read more

All Dreams Die I enter my other world where pain – a brutal sun – rises so slowly I hardly know its pointless orbit has begun Then – too late – it floods my landscape. Higher, harsher more violent rays find my soul and all read more