

SuicideNot by the pleasant cool of summer's night, Nor by the blessed shine of winter's day, Indeed no time on any clock is right, On this good earth to pass your life awaySuicide
Into the hands of stinking devils blind, Who do possess the well-known hearts of stone, To let the sins of stupid, selfish mind Be left forgiveless; the dead are left alone
To rot! What hell, what limbo curse is this? The choice is made, your future sealed in blood. Your hopes, your dreams, your thoughts these all dismiss! Your suicide, your choice was wrong! Your blood
Cries out from dee


AnorexiaI sit and stare across the mile-wide table, Into the face of my eternal despair. Like all the crumbs from some old childish fable, My life you cannot bring to full repair.Anorexia
What bowl of doom is this you set for me? I shall not eat, I shall not sup from it. Release these weighty shackles; set me free! Else I burn up within a fiery pit.
"I must refuse," I state in terms polite; A dark and disapproving stare abounds. My urgent mind in desperate despite, Hefts up the bowl! Doom off Mum's face rebounds.
Cool tears of milk drip down her stony face; Wha


A Lighter Look At FoodUpon a wild and wintry afternoon, The earth is cool, my friends all drool and whine, They whine, they must begin consumption soon, So bit by bit the good blokes sit to dine.A Lighter Look At Food
The food! Delicious food, the source of life! A sweet'n'sour or bitter'n'dour taste! When salt or herb infused, no cause for strife! Leave none alone, eat all and groan, no waste!
When all are full and time has done its bit, Then to the loo! Not just a few will come, To squeeze and pant out slimy grime and grit, And just to think! Oh what a stinky outcome!
Now don't you hate when


Duality of LoveWhen in the heart-red sky a sun is born, The souls of those enraptured come to know, The joy of humans mingling in the dawn; Then rays of gold do kiss the grass or snow.Duality of Love
But what of when the heart is pierced by thought? Sun's shining glow in earnest darkened, dies. Cold flesh is rent, all vigour spent and nought, When minds of ice shred up that corpse that lies,
Broken! In the veils of sight both fore and hind, Mere only silence meets your gaze at dusk. What of the time you spent in love reclined, The holy touch of two thus twined in musk?
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strumpet all the way babe!!! xox
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