My name, it is not Jack,
And I do not have a spring...
The life of me, a tree!
I am standing proud, as a two-hundred-year-old oak...
Souls, left to wonder
in the uncertainty of...
I know
what I am...
Com(pell)ing to some
a paedophile of the cloth...
This is all the life I have the energy for
Oh yes - of course I want more...
Sweet baby bird
with your wings burned black...
Hurt cannot be erased.
Damages cannot be simply plastered over with the...
The low pressure depression
has lifted...
House of horrors
Open at night...
Your love was plain
like waves in shallow water...
Modern day living
urban blocks of depression...