Brian MacKenzie

you turn on me with vicious spite trying to hurt me misuse rip me apart mentally abuse trying to hurt me I can't defend myself or answer back It's hard being trapped In the swirling mist of the D card

you mustn't go out meet anyone no laughter or smile no music always wear a frown enjoyment is barred these are the rules you must respect the rules of the D card and I can't defend myself and I can’t answer back It's hard being trapped In the swirling mist of the D card

Little Sweethearts

you can choose beautiful rainbows buds coming through all the beauty on offer that’s there for you or wait patiently for the time again to collect little sweethearts pink, white and blue and sleep find your sleep all day all night and pretend you are dead

Black Cloud

everything going to plan you looked so happy with all who love you was it a word? was it a memory? what happened? to change the mood? what happened? to cut through the night a black cloud exploded a detonation from somewhere deep inside with your eyes glazed the attack was vicious all this vitriol all this nastiness was it for real? did you mean it all? from deep recess a place where truth hides a black cloud exploded a detonation from somewhere deep inside