Killer

A Rusting Sword

A lost child

Drowned

I should of saved her

But I don’t know if I could have saved her

I see her face

I hear her words

I tell her to ignore the voices

I guess she made them stop

I guess I’m losing my edge

Her eyes forever in my mind

Wanting me to rise?

Wanting me to rest?

I do not know

But she should have lived

Foundations

When the lights go out

I’m on your side

Sculpting the dark

In our favour

For I am the one

The monsters fear

I am the one

Who will not waver

An Eye Of Jade

And thus I created

In order to see

The hidden parts

Inside of me

20/06/22

My art is like patchwork. Like a pair of jeans that have ripped out at the knees through the wear and tear of life that you then patch up. If you do it right then those jeans are stronger than they were new. If you don’t then rips and tears will happen all around the patch.

The Senses

A trip through an electric space. Looking for what touches without physicality. Like a dream for open eyes and heavy hearts.

Layer upon layer upon layer, to maintain a certain dark simplicity

19/06/22

I grew up around strong women but I did see several of them broken. Their loss of strength made me realise many aspects of life. Especially with retrospect but the one thing I promised myself was that I would become a big strong man and bring justice to this humanity grinding down diamonds to dust. I was a child but I still remember.

The Stone

10/06/22

If you do not want someone to change their ways then don’t say a word. Just enjoy who they are.

The Signs

“…you did more damage than that broken little mind of yours could even start to comprehend…’

‘…It was late one night when I heard this argument going on outside. Some lover’s tiff that sounded like it was amplified by alcohol. I was down to counting cigarettes as I didn’t have enough money to buy more and that sort of situation always puts me on edge. The noise outside was pushing me over that edge, especially as I was trying to compose music and find to the words to fit the mood…’

‘…I’d gone out for a smoke a few nights before. I’d stepped outside, pulled my hood over my head and lit up as was my routine on cold nights. I took a long drag then titled back my head to look at the night sky. The moon was crimson in colour. I’d never seen it that shade before and for some reason it sent a shiver down my spine…’

‘…I went outside to witness the spectacle. A drunk guy in the fits of jealousy, going on about how he was going to find the guy, that he didn’t care who he was while his girlfriend kept repeating that nothing happened. That she hadn’t even spoken to him. There were other people there trying to coerce him in to a car but he kept shrugging them off. That was until he saw me, standing on the other side of the parking area, watching and ready. His tone of voice changed this time as he asked his girlfriend if I was the him they’d been arguing about. She turned to look at me then paused a few seconds before saying yes…’

‘…They all left in silence.”