As a gentleman you’ll tip your hat to me
Whilst slowly popping off my fingernails...

Through the cracks
She sadly slips...

Eyes up to the Man, the Flag and God
Clutching the national plant...

He has walked the pit
Wrapped in midnights cloak...

In the woods John
At the wash path...

Inset spire to megalith
Check in...

The pain I feel isn’t hurting
This endless blue can’t be real...

We’re all broken
We’re all in pain...

In darkest soil
At deadest night...

My book is one for masochists
They wrote the epilogue for me in hate...

You think he’s the devil
But he has prayed for you...

Feel like I want to write about
A girl who hates her own skin...