Peter Bain

Four wee hungry bairns
Desperate for a treat
Spot a strawberry tart
And stumble to their feet
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Captured by her starry eyes
Pools of sapphire blue
Reaper of my saddest sighs
I only wished she knew.
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Occasionally I'm a wee bit mental
But tonight I feel the pain
I'm surrounded by all my demons
Messing with my brain
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Looking out my window
I see the winter chill
Cold droughts all around me
Darkness on the hill
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This time was bad
I was nearly gone
I woke to the singing
Of a little birdies song
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A gentle sound
All around
Sobbing from a chair
A poorly soul
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A tiny spot
A reddish dot
A monster in my ear
It's getting bigger
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He's making a brew, he's only just up
He's having a vape and filling his cup
Now he's thinking as he puts in his denture
He might go out and have an adventure
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Look at me, in darkness slight
Is this sleeping, is this night?
My eyes are bleeding, my skin is blue
My twisted shape, screams at you
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I dream a dream of nightmares
I count within the dark
I'm lost, alone, I'm crying
For three, this is my mark
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She's standing in a moonbeam
A truly wondrous sight
A sparkling dazzling angel
A lady of the night
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Tablet time, the emotional crime
Going on half past four
A compulsory task maintains the mask
Keeps him of the floor.
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Trying to go out shopping.
Having issues with my head
Trembling thighs
Screaming eyes
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