I got bored, I've not really donated shit to this forum in awhile and thought "Oh ey, buggering wotsit pie"...but that didn't make sense, so I wrote this
be gentle, five minutes isn't a long time



I tried to focus on your voice
to try and find my autonomous choice
to see if I could, escape, away
recurring thought, here where I lay
in a pool, of my own
liquid crimson, I used to own
possesions mean, now nothing more
distant decision, now I'm not sure

I can't make it
I can't fake this
Anymore
I can't make this
I can't fake it
Like before
This hunger, won't leave me be
for this is so, how do I succeed
to know to live is to breath
to know to live is to bleed

Brilliant, as always :D

very cool.....

Very good indeed. Do you have any other works? A website perhaps?