A Change Won’t Come

Brittle bones waver in the wind,

as man’s red fire crackles within,

wondering souls silently creep,

whilst the ghost of autumn’s past

continues to weep. 

Fear no man, commit no sins,

the Lord forgives, or so we think.

Crystal tears as another man falls, 

forever failing to stand up tall.

Hushed flames hold us hostage, 

take us home, it’s time for justice.

Still we’ll suffocate on salient crosses,

The world never cared about our voices.



Dysfunctional dystopian family

Caressing the cheek of death 

Laughing vividly at the jokes

Made by Satan’s pawn,

And Satan’s spawn

Galavants joyfully in the mess

Made by the children of yesterday,

For the future never existed,

Only the present and the past 

Since the start of time. 


Love is nothing but a 4 letter word.
Silent anger, veraciousness now not a healer;

Will you ever forgive? 

Most days it rains,

often it pours, 

still I remember 

the suns beautiful rays.

I started believing in God the other day,

hoping to find something in the unknown,

something deeper than what we had, Continue reading


Tomorrow’s holy sun has yet to bear its fruits for us to devour,

for as humans we do not understand restrain; 

Greed is in our blood, and forgiveness is merely an afterthought.

Innocence and ignorance are the only gifts I seek

since searching for meaning means merely to exist.

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A Letter [7DTH]

As I sit writing in this dimly lit room, it is only fitting I call this blog post A Letter. This is a letter to my past and present, a letter to all those I have loved and hurt. This is a letter to myself.

Close to three weeks ago, nauseous, light-headed, weak and trembling, I stumbled off of my train from London to Coventry. Millions of thoughts crossed my mind; still my focus was on getting home as quickly as possible, ensuring no one would see me in such a state. As I mumbled to the cab driver my address, I looked at my reflection from my phone screen, unsure of who to call. No. I had no one to call. My first anxiety attack … and I had no one to call. Well, it’s not that I had no one to call; my pride just stopped me from admitting how weak I could be. I fell victim to my own inadequacy.
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Melody [7DTH]

The melody of our sin has a sweet sound to it

Listening to the devil play my last symphony 

Only God knows the ending of this story

Two sides of the same coin

Like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

The sinners and the saints are one

But a slip of the tongue can heal none

Everyone wants to see the worst in you

But at your best you have the world with you

I want us to float ashore

But I ask you are you sure

If you can survive the storm

Two sides of the same coin

Like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde