I know you’re nearly dead my friend, it’s been a long and joyful road

Slowly dying from within, can’t carry the weight no more

Now it’s time to say goodbye, you will be ….

I take my time and I guess that’s frustrating to some

But if you can’t enjoy it, why’s it being done

My cold aged skin exposed to the morning sun

It pierces me like a bullet from your gun ….

The silence of my home is where and when I live no I don’t care if people think I’m raw and want to change me

Wriggle, wrestle ‘til I’m free of how these people look and see the image that is what they try to paint me ….

A bit Broadbeach South

A night of drinking and a fag for breakfast leaves a bad taste in one’s mouth

Now an empty pouch to symbolise a compromised young mind that’s full of doubt ….