- Time Check
- Last roads
- , oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or
- , oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or
- Out there
- Halfpenny moment
- 28-06-1914
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- ABANDONED
- About Tomorrow
- ABSURB
- Acceptance
- ACCESSORY
- ACROSS THE LINE
- ADVERSITY OF VANITY
- AIMLESS
- ALTERNATIVE BELFAST
- AMERICAN DIPLOMACY
- AND ALL THAT THERE
- AND NOW....A WORD FROM BRIAN
- ANGELS
- ANGELS CARING
- ANGELS FALLING
- ANNOYING SUCKER
- ANYONE
- AN INOFFENSIVE MAN
- ART OF LIFE
- ASKING A QUESTION
- ASSUMPTION
- AS WE CHOOSE
- ATOMIC NUMBER (6}
- ATTEN--SHUN
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HEROIN NIGHTS
Needle plunging downwards.
Never able to cope with living
Unable to be at peace with anyone, not even yourself.
Selfish promises, broken dreams.
Heroin nights are all that matter
Closed doors,love for full needles.
Stumbling through empty rooms.
Lover's promise plunging downward in one chaotic act
Embracing pain as heroin dreams come to life.
Doors crashing shut.
Coldness filling your heroin love filled night.
Reminding you he, she, has fled, taken flight into life.
Leaving you slumped in a filthy armchair.
Plunging needle into vein on another lonely
sick, pain wracked night> Believing drug is loves
True promise. Forgetting that limbo lies,
Between heaven, and hell
You, you’re dying, crying into
life’s last dark heroin, filled night.
pain and dreams dominates, you think
Of self. Wishing for one more fix.
Suddenly the cold spectre of death rushes in.
On your own, the love of the fix
carries you beyond this life
needle jamed in arm, your testimony.
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