Neil Solan (05/06/1983 / Warrington)
Looking Forward to Death
Give me your cloak!
Give it to me!
Give me your poison anniversary.
Now load me up with all you know and love,
Give me the tears below
And the abyss above.
Come shake my hand,
You can lather mine
With the eerie stench of another time.
Take my torment
And cut it down to size,
Now push these pieces
Into someone else's eyes.
But don't wave goodbye,
You will see me again
In the velvet sky.
Reverse my name and swallow it whole,
Let the screaming spectre
Leave my troubled soul.
Behind the silent screams of obscurity
Lies a hollow but strong belief,
Of a better life, one that I cannot find
So I'll leave for someone else to recognise.
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