It is just on noon as I write; it is dark, a smell of smoke in the air. Earlier today, around six of the clock, the sky was a weird yellow. There is a mucky slick in the sky; Bits of birds, animals, properties, pets, people! It is now a brownish sky – no sun,
When nightfall comes and Witches Call,And thoughts are filled with dread.You try to sleep Oh please! calm sleep,But nightmares come instead. With heart and mind you try to hope,Some solace may be found.But heart and mind are locked in dark,A poison keeps them bound. This poison seeps and steals repose,Corrupts all thought and feeling.Each day
Please gather round my dearest friendsAnd to this tale your ears doth lend.My tale thus speaks, of highs and lowsAnd seems the same where life goes. There was a time when days were long All full of youth of wine of song. But time and tides are no-ones slaves They soon destroy such joyful days.
Nice to meet you; My name is ‘Al’, You ask me ‘What’s your aim?’. I am your very best friend, just listen, I’ll explain. I can make you feel good, take away your doubt, your fear,your pain. You can be free, One of us,the In Crowd The ones who know what there is to gain.