Packing, boxing, loading on

Waiting for a break to come

Machines routinely steam ahead

Pounding, thumping, banging head

Boredom hides behind a smile

As human robots stand in line


Just briefly into dream

As rhythm forges new routine

The clock stares down to slow the time

More human robots join the line

Little do they realise

Their wages come at such high price

Unaware or trapped in strife

They join the production line of LIFE


So sorry you are feeling low, now please – what can i do?

There must be something I can say to try and pull you through

If I can help in any way, I’d really like to know

I’m glad you opened up at last and let your feelings show

You tell me how you wish to die, and though you make no plea

I must find a solution as this surely cannot be

How long until you’re better Bev? Please say you’re past the worst

You cannot die today my dear please write some money first




I am sorry I want to die but my whole world is black

No longer can i see the light, can’t see ahead or back

When you adorn your spectacles to look to days ahead

And glimpse through rosy lenses at your rose infested bed

Don’t tell me I should see the same, a future clear and bright

For many years ago I fear, I lost my sense of sight


Although I hear them hopefully, such words I know are lost

For every happy day I have is bought at such high cost

The highs and lows will come and go.

Then come along again

And nothing here will ever change no matter how or when


If not tomorrow or next week perhaps maybe today

I will book in with Reaper Grim who’ll take the pain away

So everything ends here and now.

End of.

No more to say.

I’m sorry if I trouble you, don’t want to marr your day

If that’s an inconvenience, I’ll soon be out the way.


My heart was yours, you broke it

My neck exposed, you choked it

My face you held, then spat and yelled

And all my dreams you took and shelved

And cared not.


I gave you love, you lost it

And you shall never have it

I watch as you decay and rust

Your withered soul reduced to dust

And care not.


Goodbye relentless heartache

A ‘love’ so bitter and fake

No more regret, I will forget,

Find someone true; a better you

A man to find my broken heart

Still ripped, still shattered, torn apart

And with his tender touch

He’ll give what you could never give me

Real love.