Come Into My Parlour

Come into my parlour

I’ve a gun pressed to your head

You can lead a horse to water

But a pencil must be lead

Come into my parlour

It really is quite nice

There’s nothing there to hurt you

It is as quiet as mice

I know you’ll be so bored

I know you’d rather be

Just about anywhere

Except here with me

But I know you want me

Come on, don’t pretend

Well, come into my parlour

And I’ll show you how it ends

I came into your parlour

Come on, don’t be shy

Just come into my parlour

It’s a good day to die

You think I am aloof

I think you are a creep

Let’s go into my parlour

Where you can get some sleep

You nearly had me stolen

You nearly duped me good

But come into my parlour

And I will show you how it could

Pan out in the heat

With the spider losing out

And the fly winning royally

By stamping on your feet

Just come into my parlour

As you once said to me

I have something to show you

Under floorboards- six foot deep.

No-one Ever Told Me

No-one ever told me

About midnight snacks

Sometimes late at night…

hunger attacks!

No-one ever told me

They only ever mutter

That you can put on pounds

If you eat a pound of butter

No-one ever told me

That calories can be empty

And sometimes they’re the very ones

That very often tempt me

No-one ever told me

That I could lose weight with ease

If only I could stop eating

All that chocolate and cheese

Feel Something

Feel something


Just something

I breathe the words

Into your zombie like mind




I breathed the words

Into you

To shake you up

To stop you self destructing

Or, at the very least

To bring you back

From the brink

Of nothingness

The emptiness you feel

Through childhood trauma

And then, as your adult life

was threaded through that,

always got you thinking,

you are worthless

Never good enough

You tuned out

when you were young

And you kept up

the self defence


Even when it wasn’t needed or beneficial

because that is nature

You did what you had to do

to survive

You tuned out.

But now…

Things are bad aren’t they?

You’re losing the plot.

Are you dying?

Feel something

Feel something

I said it over and over again

And the shock and surprise

on your face

As you were shaken

From your stupor

Was dramatic

Shock. Surprise.

Be shocked. Be surprised.

Wake up

Feel Something.