Down the corridor and through the door,
   There lives nothing more than a needle whore.

All his pathetic rock-star dreams,
   Are slowly coming apart at the seams.

With song lyrics full of false metaphor,
   He's a one-man psychological war.

Neither Jim's nor a Kurt can he be,
   Still a few years off twenty-seven you see.

A jar by the bed shows a scene of drug lust,
   Full to the top with stained plastic and rust.

Sadly holed-up is the needle whore,
   His friends are gone, he's just a drugs bore.

Though I've seen him in the street,
   His drug damaged stagger is such a treat.

Perpetually on his way to score a bag,
   Being a needle whore must be such a drag.

© Rich Mills - August 2003

I mean what did you expect when you showed me no love?
Being repeatedly punched by an iron fist in velvet glove.

Standing over me you smirked, trying not to look smug.
As I lay on the floor desperately needing a hug.

You stole my whole world from me, all that I held dear.
I've fallen from grace, and rock-bottom is near.

You gone and grassed me up for debts we both shared.
I've been so good to you I don't know how you dared.

So the gloves are off, and the shit is about to hit the fan.
Now I'm gonna destroy you simply because I can.

With nothing to loose because you've gone and took it all away.
I've vowed to make your life hell until my dying day.

© Rich Mills - August 2003

He stands in the pouring rain,
Ignored again and again,
Biting wind chills his bones,
People rush to their warm homes.

Drink in the morning,
drink at night.
Drink in the dark,
drink in the light.
Drink from the bottle,
drink from the can.
Drink like a fish,
as only you can.

Drink at work,
drink at school.
Drink in the pub,
drink like a fool.
Drink while you're dancing,
drink when you're stoned.
Drink at your wedding,
drink 'cos your boyfriend
never phoned.

It's a mystery to me that when
The heart cries out Oh not again,
And you find yourself back in that place
Where you were once in pains embrace,
But from that spot you ventured forth

Many a night a knight will rescue you
But that’s not me my love
I am his proud white stead below
Speed you from the darkness with
Love written across my flank
And every mile I run