Phillips Head Screwed Driver

All alone she sits...

...At the edge of the world...

It feels like no one else exists...

...Perhaps they never really did.

What the fuck is this ‘life’?...

How can it really be alright,

And can we all achieve our

Dreams

When there are killers

In the wings?...

...Half-brained fuckwits

Who live to poison waterways.

Tonight I want a train

To come...

...My breath is heavy,

Hear the drum

Of someone’s heart

Who isn’t me...

...I know there is

So much to see,

But people follow

Strange commands!...

In fear of death,

And heavy hands...

All alone she sits...

...At the edge of the world...

It feels like no one else exists...

...Perhaps they never really did.

What the fuck is this ‘life’?...

How can it really be alright,

And can we all achieve our

Dreams

When there are killers

In the wings?...

Duck and cover!...

Take a dive!...

...But there are

Castles

In the sky,

As there’s a end

To that bleak cave

That covers up

Our light for days.

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2018

Bunny Villaire