Ain’t this life just a Trojan horse?
Soon as you let lax, second you give go
it opens hellgates
and thousand-strong they pour out

pouring you out of time, of water and wine,
of reason and rhyme, of matching lifestyles,
of hatching hope, of music too loud to talk over,
of lightless corners to take shelter in,
of purpose, of choices

POINT BEING they pour you out of you.
Who do? They do. We do. I do.
We each guilty as fuck. We all filling in for someone better.
We all just playing the part. We all faking. We all giving, none taking.
And no offence and none taken. We all static noise.

There are no weekend addictions:
you either need something or you don’t.
Gathered in your arms
piece by piece
as I throw myself into a scream.

Life can go one of one ways.