Danny boy met the man,
Crash course for disaster,
Fired up, snow white tan,
Whacked up, faster and faster.

Danny boy died a pauper’s death,
Friends deserted, family unknown,
Wasted life on crystal meth,
Sufferings set the tone.

Danny boy, oh Danny Boy,
Lovers and fools rejoice,
Come together, share the joy,
One more lost, one less voice.

Danny boy, I shed a tear,
One more lost, one less voice,
Death looms, for you I fear
Crystal meth, your wicked choice.

Full stop, losing control,
Life a mess, friends no more,
Packed up and vanished,
No worries, no surprises,
Alone again,
Dust and gloom,
Happy and free,
Write and write till they return,
Poems aplenty, lovers none,
Heart escapes me,
False soul,
All alone in this world,
Deep in a hole.

New thing, tried and tested,
Lust prevails,
Love is blind, love is deaf,
Dump the old,
Happiness free,
Cries and cries,
She was a new thing.
Words flow,
Punches land,
Fallen over and over,
No cares or worries,
Time stops,
Hate vanishes,
Wind and up and see,
The boys poor heart,
The easiest key.

Dark light shines,
Hold it down,
None could tell,
He’s suffering in paradise,
Personal hell,.

Fur coated hag,
Storms brew,
Little boy frowns,
Death looms everyplace he sees,
Dangerous towns.

Growls and cries,
Eat it up,
Fried and fresh,
Chancers punch and scream,
Engulfed in the mesh.

Hair so fair,
Long and flowing,
Climb up and find,
Dark thoughts and worries,
Everyone in-kind.

Shes going up,
Importance grows,
New friends, new love,
Count in fives,
Golden girl,
Fuck forever,
Ket and speed,
Skag trendy,
Crack whore slut,
Fag bag true and true,
Lie on floor,
Death from above,
Loves lust,
Hell awaits.

Love is death,
Love is hate,
Love is pity,
Love is fear,
Love is greed,
Love is fake,
Love is me,
Love is you,
Love is stupid,
Love is blind,
Love is crime,
Love is peace,
Love is rich,
Love is poor,
Love is drugs,
Love is alcohol,
Love is clean,
Love is dirty,
Love is chic,
Love is dated,
Love is new,
Love is old,
Love is hot,
Love is cold,
Love is good,
Love is bad,
Love is happy,
Love is sad,
Love is fun,
Love is dull,
Love is in,
Love is out,
Love is all i need,
Love is all i want.

Finding emos, finding friends,
Trying to fit in, wear the trends,
Conform and copy everything they do,
I will be the same, so true.

Myspace pose, facebook pout,
Make the boys scream and shout
About hatred loneliness and disgust,
So easy to say, so easy to trust.

Fools are fine, fine are fools,
Smart is bad, stupid cool,
Act alike, nothing change
Me I stand there, look so strange

There must be something more!
Books rot, lovers die
Listen out, hear their cry!
Emos take everything I hold true,
Poetry, music, clothes and you.

Mirrors reflect, fires burn
Hearts break, lovers yearn,
Girl i know, dead is dead,
She blew her mind, off her head,
The rats laughed, the owls fumed,
Corpse lay rotting, waiting to be consumed.
Eating and drinking their lives away,
Office blocks swaying all through the day,
All will fall, all will die,
Clowns chuckles hiding the lie.
The boy walks alone,
Nowhere to go, nowhere to moan,
Burnt out, worked out, begging for scaps,
life is misery for these poor chaps,
king on his throne, suicidal mind,
life is too good for his simple kind,
Everone lives and dies so soon,
A simple song, an easy tune.

Stays at home, always alone,
Too quite to riot, but loves the bad boys,
From Doherty to Dean and all inbetween,
Afraid to speak out or look out of place,
He drifts along with beautiful grace,
The fasted walker you’ll never see,
This lad is infact….. me.

How can it be said I am utterly cool,
When I see everyone else act the fool,
Stand alone, quite, nothing to say,
I do it all my own way,
So many poems scribbled out,
Too self conscious to leave my mouth

Writing and dreaming my life away,
I’m just waiting for the day,
When I can leave this dark and dismal town,
Then I can relieve my forever frown,
There must be something more.

There must be something more to this life I lead,
People walk along fuelled by greed,
Friends who’d leave me with the drop of a hat,
Following some girl, no time to chat,
Spreading rumours and sickening lies,
Listen closely and you’ll hear their cry’s
There must be something more.