I would say it's an unusual thing, but it aint. I was working on another piece, when all of a sudden, this one just came out...

...so THIS piece i will drop now. And if/when i complete the other piece, i will decide whether i want to keep this piece up, or put up the other piece.

But as said, this jsur came out. And i felt it so damn suitable...well it's late, so i'm off in a bit...

here it is..(sorry for the crypticism, but then again, that's just the way it is...er...nearly always..!!.)..

PIECE DELETED FOR ORIGINAL ONE

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Okay, so completed the one i was working on originally.

Now i've always said that no piece i write (apart from two before THE 'tragedy' and 'blockage'...) is complete, and probably will never be. Certainly is th case with this one. I mean it's complete in many contexts, but in the sense of the writer, would probably ammend bits here and there in the months, years to come..anyway, just thought i'd say that...

Here it is..



Upon a cold moist sill of rotting wood
I lay to rest my bare sleeping arms
All hot from hellish dreams of inner malign
Blanket lies motionless on hard carpet floor

Through this battered window i wearily gaze
Searching for sweet light amid the glaring pain
To drive’s edge walks this person well dressed
Where sits lonely tramp coughing into his booze

So insane this rage that becomes centre stage
From mere being it erupted in violent bursts
With every tick a kick to the sound of tock
Bottle broken as blood pours slowly draining..

Neither man nor woman but ghastly beast
To let wreak such darkness upon poor souls
Yet blind behind the web of deception we bind
Too much i know that i cannot quite touch

Time slowly fades as i lay here wasting
Truth comes ever clearer as cracks appear
Whispers resound asking of these dark visions
I cry the horror, the humanity, the HUMAN...