It's near night:
My hazy twilight's dying,
The sky jewels are emerging brighter,
To grasp you'd need to be flying.
I know I have to go,
Under cover of show's best.
Enter my journey in darkness,
My big black padlock protects from the rest.
Tricky to see my path though
Through the thick fog of decisions.
Only Indistinct Angels can I decipher
In the pitch nothing omission.
I know they're ill but they're healing.
I know they're ill and hope they're healing.
I sense the angry mountains rolling
Into the valley where i'm subdued.
Personal identity fast collapsing,
With morning, I pray, renewed.
Red threads entwined decorate my eyes,
These windows still won't adjust.
Still unsure of my destination pending
I'm scared I won't reach my own happy ending.
Addicted, craving my final destination:
Prove myself a polished knight,
Listen to my heart's true beat,
Escape my darkness into your light.
But it's not as easy as you promised:
This Eden has a barbed wire fence.
And this incubus and seraphim
Remain at odds within my breast.
But suddenly one side swells stronger,
Consuming presence grasps my heart.
This surely can't be my true armour?
Soul ne'er before so torn apart.
Below the Angels, not worthy of their sight,
I'll leave this journey, emerge in light.
Walking down the Street
This is how I like to spend my days.
Loaded down with designer store bags
Seasonal shoppers obscure my way.
People smile as I pass them,
They feel inadequate from what they see.
Everything that I embody
Is everything they want to be.
With my poker blond extensions
Breaking up that middle-class brown,
I am the upper-middle socialite:
Professional IT girl-about-town.
Down Oxford Street in my Jimmy's,
My Balenciaga on my arm-
Sold out last week in Selfridges-
Really, all you need is charm.
Meeting Alicia at the Ivy
And then afterwards to the gym.
Wearing my new Juicy tracksuit
In this season's colour, totally in!
By night I am only seen
At the hottest clubs in town.
Partying with the A list
And those in line for the crown.
National papers and glossy mags
Have an invested interest in my life.
They'll sell triple with me on the cover
Than Blair's irritating post-box mouthed wife.
So from the latest spiritualist diet fad
To my various handbag sized pets,
What more could one need in life
Than use of Daddy's newest private jet?