Hard times lay ahead, for our dreary eyed man, this man the tin man, the focus of this story – wearily rolls out of bed. Rain pours down the window frame as smoke fills the garden shed. Same hit on a different day, the evergreen terrace only lays a peaceful minutes stroll away, blocked by an ocean of thought, his journey lays tattered and torn. Cloaked in brick, sheltered with mortar, wrapped in plastic, unleashed on paper, thoughts slowly dribble out with a process as painful as water torture. A future that’s stained, he sees our histories in the sheets, a relationship deprived yet survived through centuries of destruction. Black clouds roll by above, thunder stirs and lightning strikes, this solid mesh of skin and flesh. Thoughts of his – bare truth at the nightmares end, but as morning breaks his soul undertakes, once again, the same mission as the night scape before.
I swim in darkness.
Do I swim alone?
Are those who, believe? Simply but mutts. Dogs to a bone, way up high on a golden fake thrown, it sits. Sitting, waiting, wishing, the time will come, self-deceit, oblivious brains blown into oblivion by the concept we are alone. You are alone. I am no dog to a bone, I am only skin and bone, flesh to eat, nothing but meat, meat to a mouth, you eat me up and shit me out. This is life, with like comes the inevitability of death, with inevitability comes denial, it’s time to break free, crack a smile, and finish running my own mile.
God spelt backwards is Dog.
Watching paint dry…is boring usually, at the start of this new year, perhaps and final year, i’ve decided to rid myself of society’s full-time constraints and venture into the unknown for something that might just set my soul on fire.
Acoustics, Photo Shoots, Music videos the lot. Get in contact with tom_lee.92@hotmail.co.uk
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Have a good one.
