The end.

At 19 the world was so vibrant and rich And now at 25 – ah why give a damn? The tarnish is best sort of stout a remedy rich with sorrow you chug-belly you gave

Somehow it holds the light,

for nights of debauchery in spring fever i was o'ertaken by lust wanting nothing more than the momentary fix screaming out my soul in the electronic night,

Have you ever thought of what fear really feels like? Have you ever thought of what pain hurts the most?

Deep into the worst recession in British history, it has been decided that the MPs’ lift in the Houses of Parliament is in desperate need of an operative, a button-pusher, someone to steady the ship

When I go out with Daddy at the weekend, it’s almost always great fun.

Discarding the named books upon the desk I stare out at the littered figures on the field Then slumping down upon the swivel chair I spin And squint straight at the ghosting on the board