Creative

Behold my friend, I am heroin, known by all as the destroyer of men. From where I came no one knows, a far away place where the poppies grow.

It’s been almost 10 years now, since my life has changed. For better or worse, nothing will ever be the same.

I fall, twisting and spinning in duress, a darkness complete, vast and eternal. An emptiness felt, thick as molasses, noises and sounds rend my mind infernal.

Do not cry by the window, gazing out to the sky. For I’ve not only left you, I’ll never say goodbye.

Window Pane is a reflection of childhood memories, looking outside of my bedroom, locked away.

Nowhere to go, as the new day is here? Holding on as the last threads, of my dreams disappear.

Givin’ my mum a hug, even for just a second. That’s worth a lot, worth the world I reckon.

‘Tis just another day behind the wall, with musters here and musters there, it surely wearies, one and all.

Life’s not a party my dearest darling, for we partied, now must you party alone.

Regardless of how we are feeling, days still start and end. Regardless of what I do, what others do, what happens to me or what happens to them.