So just for effect, what can I do when inspiration's around? I'm sure I've posted this elsewhere before, but it's still one of my favourites. Done when I was still pretending to listen to some boring lectures at the start of my stint in the navy. It's meant to be song lyrics, but I don't have any music for it. Just grab a random tune and make it up as you go ;)

Pink Champagne On Ice

The ground is broken beneath my feet
I haven't had any decent sleep
A recurring dream haunting, these days past
I've got to find a way to escape here fast

Kisnetically pleasing butterflies
With neon coloured lights entice
While the masses mill around like mice
Another round, pink champagne on ice

A klaedoscopic whirl of colour
The city life is all a blur
The waking dream has yet to go
It chills my body to the soul

Flashing diamonds light the skies
A shooting star, someone dies
Cut the bleeding sacrifice
Another round, pink champagne on ice

The winding road is long and empty
But wandering ghosts there are a'plenty
The dreaded spectre still stalks my mind
This endless life is such a grind

Fragrant corpses with glass eyes
Glinting, flashing in the pale moonrise
Pour a draught and throw the dice
Another round, pink champagne on ice

I come across an overgrown graveyard
It's markers faded, tired and scarred
The apparition leaves me at the gate
This is where I'll sit and wait

Mourn the jester's crafty demise
Jackal's liver, oils and spice
Revere the fool and scorn the wise
Another round, pink champagne on ice

The world, it's growing dark and dreary
Can hardly see my fingers really
long awaited sleep a'beckoning
Is here the time of my reckoning

A dash of sugar, a pack of lies
Thou waking tumour will suffice
The gods will try her on for size
Another round, pink champagne on ice

Never speak my name again
I live not in the land of the sane
Unable to breathe the air
We know not how it will fare

Now raise your glasses way up high
Just enough to touch the sky
Take a drink for when we die
Final round, pink champagne on ice

RIP,
me.