westid

there’s another place and i live there. it’s like a life i’m living at the same time. i had to let go of corruption, come back into the light. i can see things that you don’t. watching history repeat itself all around me is my punishment. they made me like i am, i wasn’t grateful enough. messing about with curses i was going to catch one of my own, and i did. like snakes all over me spit venom in my eyes, my hair stops the venom getting in my eyes. but when i cry, i flow tears of venom i just can’t stop. they are going to take me away because i can’t help but bring it on top. i broke a mirror and i’ve got 2 years left. i never used to believe in that superstition but it’s more than just a coincidental condition alongside my going overboard with suspicion

the plague was coming, i thought it was bollocks. i went away for a bit. just as i was coming to terms with it, you must stay at home. i was a long way from home, how was i meant to get there? a string of people telling me that life’s not fair, themselves without a worry or a care, but you’re welcome to try your hand if you so dare

i was a man take me for all in all, i was marked as a beast. much pride came before a fall, now i’m beneath the surface to say the least. i climbed out of the inescapable hole that opened in the ground and swallowed me up. it felt like i was giving all those people who were taken by the quicksand a follow up, only to find how the ground beneath the surface had hollowed up and so in the oubliette i cried, i couldn’t get back out of there no matter how i tried. bring me absolution and though the truth hurts, i lied on my back looking at the stars, listening to the ocean wash up onto the coast, a stream of winter people and cars, and a dwindling selection of local bars, it has never been so appropriate to move out and go to live on mars. i don’t take it in and the whole situation became such a farce

you’ve got to fall in love before the clock runs out or you’re going to be like this forever. that’s what they told me. so i said never say never and thought that i had unlimited ammo and a licence to kill forever. it’s more than being well rehearsed, or coming across all clever about it, but i couldn’t understand how all of this time i’ve lived perfectly fine without it, whether or not i am in a bit of a hole where i can’t tell you any more than that, well i could try, but i doubt it

my coming out of the night was a little delayed. i came through the mist and out of the darkness, but so shouted all of the long since betrayed saying that i should have stayed and going on about all the mistakes that have come back to haunt me that i’ve ever made – i tried to stop that from being outwardly displayed – but it showed on me in the form of patterns detailing every silly little game that i’ve ever played, and so awry i strayed

i’ve got so much left to give, so whatever you think – i’m not done, i’m afraid – bring me back into the forward, and bring me alone, it’s the price i’ve paid