Petes Poetry
The kill
Words worth nothing, it's actions that do the work.
what's in my head, what breaks my heart, turns to dust and dirt.
So grow me, this dope, high and dry.
only give it to me , if it's a lie.
The proof, the truth, it's all been written before.
The chase, the attraction, the sights I adore.
and it's in the kill, there is no more.
What the hell, why me, I ask what for?
Peter Riddoch.
what's in my head, what breaks my heart, turns to dust and dirt.
So grow me, this dope, high and dry.
only give it to me , if it's a lie.
The proof, the truth, it's all been written before.
The chase, the attraction, the sights I adore.
and it's in the kill, there is no more.
What the hell, why me, I ask what for?
Peter Riddoch.
