I speak with the Moon, confess my pain,
Her gentle light brings peace again.
I say I don’t want the sun to rise,
Forever stay within my skies.

I beg the night to linger more,
To taste this beauty I adore.
I weave my verses, poetry free,
Just like I did in childhood’s plea.

Her light within this darkest night
Tells me that hope is still in sight.
She says that life, just like the sky,
Can’t always dark and blackened lie.

I feel the ground beneath my feet shake.
Buildings coming down like an angry hail storm.
It's chaotic everyone's everywhere, running to nowhere.
The winds whoosh in turmoil, even they are afraid.

I am trembling, I feel my heart pound.
Sweating, fear decorates my face.
Mute sounds slowly coming to life.
Audience clapping and cheering.

Makes me want to rip heads off.
Bullshit, verbal leakage
you are putrid seepage,
dripping down my brain.

Glacial sweat creeping down the back of my neck
trickling through my senses
feel the need to massacre ,
as I am , lying in this metaphorical gutter.

Tiny bites nip at my
self control. Testing my durability .
Laying me low.
The crux of it all.

You have what I want
Tiny bites nip at my
Self control.

I need what you have
An ache cramps
My back.

Give it to me
Got have it,
It’s not yours.

I examine the toxic alcohol tainted fumes,
looking for an answer, searching for loves lost,
and opportunities tangled in the distant past.
Reaching for a future.

I recall the pub crawls and the booze soaked brawls
and in return receive a fist filled with splintered dreams
the boy i once was, three sheets to the wind ,
and drowning in my grief, hoping for a tomorrow.

Skank
Fucking mother fucker
makes me want to rip heads off.

Two bit male slag 
Can't keep it in his pants
Whips it out when ever he can

Want to destroy the arse holes
Of the species
Castrate scum suckers of this world.

I'm not a violent girl 
I'm meek and mild 
shouldn't let you  do this to me

But my blood boils 
Feel the need to massacre 
when I see you dicking me around 

Glacial sweat creeping down the back of my neck
trickling through my senses
penetrating my reserves.

Brittle nerves fracturing with the strain
Try to scream nothing emanates
I’m mute.

Racked and shaken
On my knees
Gripping on for safety

Catatonic with dread
As foot steps draw near
Cold blade between the ribs.

Bullshit, verbal leakage,     
you are putrid seepage,
dripping down my mind.

Your a waste, a product of filth
a perverted fornicater
a grubby little gob shite of the worst kind

Bullshit verbal leakage
every time I see you
I feel the need to lobotomise
and lose my tiny mind.

Bull shit, verbal leakage,     
 you cruise in 2nd gear
When you should be in 3rd,
You don't engage your brain

Your a waste of space
All you can do is fornicate
And procreate that any ape can do

The fact of your existence offends 
Makes me want to stamp you out,
Scream and holler 

bull sit verbal leakage
I want expunge you 
I need lobotomise my memory of you
Obliterate the stain