Used then thrown away,
like a broken toy, that cant be played with,
'once loved'
but the game has changed.
...
Glass sky with cracks,
Iron clouds,
Paper sun thats torn 'crying'
'beneath'
...
Down the long corridor,
step by step,
Doors slam shut,
No way out, from the White room of my mind,
...
Delicate flower grow,
love of the sun,
Tears of the rain,
grow as fast as you can,
...
The world,
days are dark, nights are darker,
mind shades of grey,
smashed mirror in the bathroom,
...
born in newport wales in the 70's to a working class family, he spent his time between his mother in the caravan park and his father in nottingham, he spent his school holidays exploring haunted castles and playing with matches in rabbit warrens with his firestarter brother, enjoying his evening recreational time, expanding his mind and talking to dead people with his, gay, punkrocker, psychic brother, today he spends his time between fields and his girlfriend and writing his thoughts, dreams and memories.)
'Broken But Not Dead'
Used then thrown away,
like a broken toy, that cant be played with,
'once loved'
but the game has changed.
Yesterday was yesterday,
today is today, tomorrow will never be the same.
The tortured soul, remains of a broken home,
thats been sold.