low (Remove filter)
twelve eyes of evil
When I was 20 I went insane
Not faecal smearing insane
Or Hit me Mac insane
But that quiet
Creeping
Insane
The kind that eats away at the brains
Of everyday people
I was working in London at the time
Need I say more?
And it just hit me
(Mac)
I couldn’t move
I couldn’t breathe
I was gone
The city and the job had chewed me up
And vomited me out
Like...
Thursday 25th June 2015 2:08 pm
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on unfinished sonnet
4 hours ago
Yanma Hidayah on Not Every Eye
7 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Elementary
8 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Five Essential Pillars Of Life
8 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 40 of 230: EFFICIENCY
8 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Not Every Eye
8 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Seismic Activity
8 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Stats (To be continued)
8 hours ago
John Coopey on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
17 hours ago
Yanma Hidayah on Not Every Eye
18 hours ago