the words in his mouth tasted of dry regret with a pinch of teary salt an appetizer for the main course yet to be served his mind bunker floated between broken circadian rhythms and nightmare dreams those damn memories haunting the shadows seeking refuge from the light promised to never leave him alone the entrance he thought sealed and locked tight had a leak

Wolf it snarls Bites and gnarls Fangs for teeth A funeral heath The pack it howls Barks and growls They do sing The new flesh they bring The wolves do hide Crafty on many sides For death they breed On tissue they feed Eyes that light Together they fight In blood we bleed Take the wolves with heed

A paranoid beat On the street Alone at night No one in sight Windows are closed Doors are locked Key in the mind Fear we find So don't talk Keep to the walk Don't leave the path And never laugh Eyes do search Don't leave the perch The songs we sing More paranoia it brings

Hate and war So whats it for It closes gates Locks all doors Blood it stains War of pain It breaks a law That kills the poor War a creeper Death a reaper Crops of love Become straws of blood

Sand and dust Hands to cusp Tears to cry Million reasons why Make a note sail a boat Travel far A burnt out star A thought a day Oh lord which way Broken down Chased by hounds Sand and dust Lost and bust Shots i drink

A curious cherry pie Always asking questions why Thinking stretched out long Connecting to make things One Hope brings gain Life is fixed to a chain Figuring out a web Surfing upon a ebb Closing to an end Finding a new bend Life is a straight line Thoughts circle in the mind

No confidence to write or sing What thought does that bring The world is full of broken toys Hope and imagination for a boy Troubles that are locked away Mother believes in silent play Voices hurt when they shout Do as you're told with a clout Not aloud to play with no football team Life to me is like an evil scheme I'll make you work and never rest You tell me god is love but your the best

Betting tout Scream and shout Horse to race Fastening pace Weather right Clued to sight Tick a book Hope for luck Money a sin Need to win The thoroughbred Wins by head

Life In correction Debate to section A beautiful mind Solutions to find Life across time Vivid in line Voyage is far Mathematics in stars Moon is a weight Scales to fate Universe and time Digits do shine

Things fall apart; the centre will not hold. The best grow tired; the worst are bold. First rides War, in drone and steel, From Kyiv’s streets to Gaza’s seal. Putin’s tanks, Hamas’s fire, Old hatreds in new armour tire Second, Famine, thin and grim, Climate‑drought, war‑blocked grain with him. Sudan’s fields, Yemen’s port, Markets gamble, people short. Third, Pestilence, unseen, swift, Wuhan’s lab, the cargo lift. Masks and myths in equal share, Next plague bred beyond repair. Fourth, a shadow, self‑made night: Screens alight with endless fight. “Woke” and “bigot”, trade‑off dead, Union Jacks and prayers misread.