8.

January
February
March
April
May
I still recall those days I was betrayed.
The DJ stole my life as I swayed
Within the confines of a small box room
Speakers at full boom,
I was amazed.

June, july
August
And September
Oh yeah and how I remember when
My birthday was coming thick and fast
I'd love that day, it'd be a blast.
But all that suddenly changed when
You were no longer there;
The past is still the past.

October
November
December
I still remember when
You were there for me.
I still cry myself to sleep.
But now your no longer here
And you feel like a dream.

Monday Tuesday
Wednesday
I still visit your grave
I can no longer stay out I am amazed;
It's 5 years since you've been gone.
And I'm still here
Writing about you in poetry and song.

Thursday Friday
Saturday Sunday.
Everyday I try and make it a funday...
But it seems so lame being here without you.
I lie in bed all day just wondering what to do.
But bit by bit, I know I'm getting better.
And I know your still watching me when I'm under the weather.

5.

I went to the Doctor so he could cure my sleep
He said son don't you worry for every man'll keep
And packed me off with zopiclone for sure
But when I took it my head weren't so much as sore.
For when I felt that hit I went damn near straight to the floor.

When I woke up I wasn't at all sick
But my teeth were grinding and my tongue was all a-lick
I was salivating with a deep taste within my mouth
But I'd never worry for my night was as deep as the south
And hadn't worried about the burglers in my hou

4.

It was a dark and dreary night
And the owls were hooting; but where?
The wolves were almost grinning
At the base of the firs.
The person this is written of
Could no longer care
For they could feel the mud through their toes
And the bitterness of the air.

The day had started well enough
Saying goodbye to their love
The birds were singing and the sun was out
They praised their God up above.
But the turn began where they chanced upon
And old man with a white dove.
He had snapped it's neck for it was sick
There was red upon his glove.

Upon questioning they understood
The value of life in man's hand.
But as the sky turned black
They turned to see a travelling band.
It was the funeral hearse
Of the same old man.
They turned again and soon realised
That man now did not there stand.

They ran away with fear and dread
Feeling so old and sick
it was raining so heavily
Yet they'd ran into the pricks.
The vines seemed to clench their ankles
And as they tripped and slipped
Their clothes were ripped and shoes were lost
They could only grab onto sticks.

As the water keeps coming down
We find our hero saddened
Their mind a simple quandary
Over all events witnessed and surely happened.
So imagine now their full surprise
When through their water ravaged eyes
They felt they'd fantasized
But then they realised...