HardPixi

Skinny chipolata. You look at her. she's skinny she looks all that. You look at yourself and you're short and a little bit fat. You know she's a bitch, just 'cause she fits. Into a size six, Abercrombie and Fitch. Those Christmas pies, were telling you lies When they said they were low fat so you ate double, which got you in trouble Putting on jeans now, is a right old kerfuffle. Now I'm not being rude, But you like your food, You've not missed many dinners. You're a calorific sugar filled sinner There's nothing wrong with that, But you've got to accept – Two seats for one bum Isn't right where it's at.

Art discovered after death, Much like the dead born stars. Only after when they fall, Do they shine to light the sky. An artists work is only found, When the coffin collects some dust. When the canvas begins to crack. And brittle is the brush.

beautifully blinds the desperate, caresses all their pain. attempts of escape, may only be in vain. it dims the darkness, but blinds from light. the thing that holds you, holds on tight. it slurs your words, and messes with your mind. you're searching for something, you simply wont find. you shake by morning, drown by night. you've made a deal with a devil, and he'll hold it tight.

Every soul must weaken, To the wrinkles of old age. Every soul most soften, To lifes last, ending stage. When I am old, Hair, grey - gone wild And When I have a broken smile, Remember I was once the child. When I walk with little haste, And when time has aged my creasing face, Remember life is but a race. so i am only, at a diffrent pace.          xx

She was not my world, she was not my earth. She was my sun, which made it worse. For she had gone, I'd died inside, but the world still spun and time ticked by. There is no life without a sun, there is no flame without an ember. There is no present, nor a future- If all I have...is to remember.