staring at the door
i dreamt it was your birthday
and that i loved you

there is a thin line

between a joke and the truth

i can’t take either

there is a thin line

between a joke and the truth

i can’t take either

a rain-drenched rooftop
my social life has suffered
working as a spy

there is no bus home
everyone singing a song
that i didn’t know

i started typing
and kept going and going
until my hands bled

i started typing
and kept going and going
until my hands bled

we danced and we danced

we gave a blood sacrifice

but the rain still came

twitching a twitcher

the birds subscribe to the feed

nature’s ‘like’ button

there is a thin line

between a joke and the truth

i can’t take either

a glass full of port

a briefcase full of money

the news full of lies

the vile creature writhes

a limbless mass of wet flesh

convulses and spits

i can keep cleaning

but the mould will always win

it will outlive me

Souls, Like?