You can't understand just how I'm feeling Do you fear, like me, for your own beliefs? In sleep do you hear those dying, squealing, Each...

When all good sense is lost, Your world has fallen through. You've no idea where you've been. Or even where you're going to You just...

I really don’t know that I can get myself through this, My will ebbs like blood from a slit wrist, All the time I’m thinking and...

Nineteen eighty-four, You black-hearted year That such as he should die at your behest, This dream filled gentle person Should leave our...

Our Father, I ask of you, You had the power of life, You picked the hour my mother died, Why then?

The dreams of first-world dreamers Are so misguided. Living in a world of violence That's terrorised and divided. Obliviously, they...

Majestic Oak, your crooked limbs o’shadow me, From the expanse of red autumnal sky, Shading me from the seasons, How come I sit,...

Hallowed spires, stretching like fingers, longingly towards the heavens, Permanently mark Saint Peter's rock, set in East English wilds,...

I've felt low before But not so low as this I've been down deep before But not as this far down as this I've leaned on many friends'...

In need of a second chance, I could do with some even breaks, I'd show to myself and others That I possess just what it takes, By God,...

Assuming no one uses loaded dice We view this conflict with fingers crossed Hoping soon this brutal war is over At one-nil, it's the bad...

Form a queue boys, form a queue, Stand still in line boys, stand still in line, It's coming to you boys, it's coming to you, One at a...

Whisper silently my own, my snake, Move cautiously for your father's sake, When you judge the time as right Then draw your fangs, and...

"Oh! What an implement of torture," "Have I acquired in you? " These first words, spoken at your birth, you would never have heard....

Why do heroes die so quietly? When cowards scream and shout? Why do believers seem so assured? When I'm in so much doubt?

I hate weekly food shopping I feel sometimes like topping myself, I’d enjoy hopping around on one leg for a week, or lopping my legs off...

I turned the other cheek again. I turned the other cheek, and then, A man stepped up and slapped my face. I turned and walked away again,...

Little dreamer. To dream alone is to travel blindly, To dream is your desire and hope, Hope that what you have will improve, To dream is...

Black-hearted they, black shone their eyes. Their last resting place, below ground, lies, Tabloids surmise their last intake of breath:...

A concerned face turns out from the shadows, Looks onto a desolate scene, Confused by men's absence of emotion, Senselessly shuffling as...