1. |
Grief Tourist
04:23
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Stranger fiction
Fantasy, patterns of distorted sorrow
Aimless, protracted sadness
Monetised, shape shifting lies
Fawning, posturing stature
Take your bow as the curtain falls
This path was cleared long before you arrived
No bodies dredged from these fetid rivers
No hearts wrought by tragic romance
This is how it is and always will be
This path, so well trodden
By braver folk than you
Their feet torn to shreds
For they gave away their shoes
A proponent of vicarious sorrow
The tear drop upon a clowns face
Another arm of painted scars
Another weeping willow bent
So dip your quill in a bleak fantasy
And write yourself some demons
Let the words rise from the page
False heartfelt inertia
But the end will not fulfil
No rush of blood to come
Throughout this you’ll remain hollow
Feigned grief won’t fill you in
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Reverence
05:06
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Is this real?
Am I in a dream?
To hear your voice
To see you fulfil your dreams
I kiss my hand
And place it upon mahogany skin
To hear your voice
To see you fulfil your dreams
Am I in a dream?
Is this real?
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3. |
Sepia
09:52
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Through dark unconscious streets we stumble
With distant lights to guide
Our whisky soaked desires for the future
His weight indented upon my shoulder
Soldiers returned home - veterans without uniform
Within thick darkness - hands outstretched to feel our way
And there we found the churchyard
This place when we were just boys
Cigarettes and cider upon the stones
It was just a place to go to dream
Beneath shadows cast by angels
“Let’s stay here until the sun rises”
He said “I can’t see for the dark”
There was a faint glisten in his eyes
And upon those stones we sat
To see the sun birth from the opening hills of the horizon
What is this sickly copper sun?
Bleeding into overcast skies
A drape of vermilion rot
Pollution soaked into the eyes
He lay down between the graves and said
“It feels so pleasant to lie here”
The smoke wound up from his cigarette
And disappeared into the sky
These memories as though a photograph
Victorian, post mortem
And I don’t know what is real any more
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