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The pit and the pendulum

You Must Think Us Immortal part 2: Do Vampires Love?

Stagnant

No Interest in us

More than Just the Monarchy

You must think me immortal

The Unelected

THE DAY THEY CAME

Rusted Blades in Everglades

a sentinel no more

St Pauli

Without me

Return of The King

21

social Distancing

I Pine For You

The Sea Of Evian

Stinging nettles

When i Liked Girls

Orcs and Trolls

No cure for sadness

43

Amsterdam

Game Over

Wilko

Lip Service

Life's Circus

fingerprints upon your skin

0

~~Bartram's Friday 13th insurance ~~

Crossing the borders of innocence

Darkest corners within a circle

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Bombay beggar

No arms, no legs
In tortured tone he asks bread
Living in a continues circle of humidity chaos and pain
He lives his life over, and over again
A child, a man, woman? Sexless and ageless
But his suffering is endless
Pulling him self to meet your gaze
Eyes darting around in a bloodless rage
On stumps of his fathers desire
An abortive attempt form his mother liar
And as two different cultures collide
The Bombay beggar has nowhere to hide
As the rain falls from his twisted torso
And his arms stretch out so crippled and slow
The empty sockets stare out of his head
As in foreign language he asks for bread.

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Bombay beggar

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