Darren McEvoy

Slipping and sliding, the life I have led
The cuts and the bruises all there in my head
The guilt and the feelings that swallow me whole
The scars that are there to texture my soul
For all …

An aptitude for violence towards those who cross the line
The carefree and the fallen, who have withered on the vine
No more need of conscious thought, my deeds will speak for me
As I wand…

I breathe in deep the poison
I fill my decayed lungs
This body and its hopes will die
And to the dust become

I had not planned to do it
I do not want it still
The monkey on my back …