The poisoned heart is bitter and vengeful

Fuck you and the horse... Oh, that's what they mean

Warren Peace Sherman-Townshend
26 August

Nothing more than a pagan rock star, pyrokinetic, chain smoking god of his own making. Lover, friend, brother and son. A devil in angel's wings with the bloody halo to make it all real. A motherfucker with too much time, not enough brains, more attitude than sense and a desire to live fast, hard and wild. A grown child hiding a heart of gold and a soul that shines a little more than he likes. Fucking hero genes.

In a place where we only say goodbye // it's done like a violent wind that our memories depend // on a faulty camera in our minds // And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose // than to have never lain beside at all // and I looked around at all the eyes on the ground // as the tv entertained itself // cause there's no comfort in the waiting room // just nervous pacers bracing for bad news // then the nurse comes round and everyone lifts their head // but I'm thinking of what sarah said // that love is watching someone die // So who's gonna watch you die?