Submissions by Seanoshea

Christmas is dead, just like the blackman in my shed, Serial killer hairdresser fred, He loves you, he loves you....
With an axe in my mind im digging up the tiles, all the while....
Im sick of your shit!
So die! And leave me to my twisted thoughts
Or I! Will see to it you never speak at all

Staying home most days reading, just reading, the clock ticks louder and even louder still, it is misleading, as the hands never move yet the tick tock tick tock tick tock wont stop
Staying home most days Plotting, Suicide, Deciding
Broken down woman, you write the poetry of poverty and you think I can justify? Ride the wave of abuse, while you abuse the right of silence and assume I'll dull the sirens, you're so confused I feel bad for you.
They say that you're the kind, the type that's hard to find and I'd just like to remind that hitler is on your side,
The single white...