The last known photo of Gavrilo Princip.

I'm sick of digging their roads and ditches,
today i'll show those sons of bitches,
i'll put their callous tyranny to sleep;
all of Europe's going to weep.

At last there's a fire in my heart
though the rest of me should fall apart,
i'll know my death has left a stain;
Petar, forgive me for the pain.

Marija, i'll be the last child you forget,
this young Bosniak is far too upset
to spend another day coughing blood;
Europe's tears will cause a flood.

My hand has turned the darkest black ;
watch me pull off my sneak attack,
watch me slip right under their fat noses,
i'll bury them in their wine and roses.

Seventeen years of this disease,
today i'll bring Europe to it's knees,
two shots for all their future sins;
this is where the war begins.

So, quick! take your silly photograph,
they'll look back on it but they wont laugh,
they'll know my face and recall my name;
Europe will never again be the same.


Special Thanks to Iwaya who's insightful blog brought Gavrilo's story to my attention with this post: http://madandcrazy.blogspot.com/2006/05/gavrilo.html

Devotion.

Its not easy to be such a mess,
a neverending work in progress;
there are days i'm so close to deflating
but somehow i end up just waiting.

I'm so far off the track it's funny,
but life cant be just about the money,
so much time i spend debating
that somehow i end up just waiting.

Why can't i just be one of the pack,
and just unleash my daddy mack?
i really should be out there mating
but somehow i end up just waiting.

Even when all the elements are aligned,
when any other man would jump in blind,
when their arms are more than accomdating,
somehow i end up just waiting.

There's so much more that i can be;
gotta rid myself of this debris,
cos it's for you i'm self-creating
so somehow i end up just waiting.

I sometimes wish i could believe
that contentment was all i would achieve,
that you're not even worth contemplating
but somehow i end up just waiting.

I don't know how i know i'm right
why i fight temptation with all my might
cos at times it gets real frustrating, true,
but i know you're out there, just waiting too.

paranoia

No one would ever question the facts,
the events were deemed "best forgotten",
for they were such heartbreaking acts
to befall that young couple, newly betrothen.

Twas the landlord's son who made the find
while investigating an odour from their room
2 young bodies morbidly entwined
their apartment had become their tomb.

A suicide note was found without hassle
clutched firmly in the dead grip of her hand:
"Every man wants to believe he's king of his castle
and every woman, the most beautiful in the land."

"Kiss in the dark"

You bring out the animal in me
like a raging rhino stung by a bee
like a pack of dogs that piss when they bark,
so how about a kiss in the dark?

You love to play this silly game,
with you it's always been the same:
a moment of romantic bliss and a spark,
so why not a kiss in the dark?

I wanted you by the sycamore
and then again on the kitchen floor,
you laughed and did that and this in the start,
but what's a kiss in the dark?

Do we really need the moonlit walk?
Let's just ignore the pulpit talk;
we've already shared a pack of chips in the park
so where's the kiss in the dark?

She'll never be privy to this information,
not from any strung out conversation,
not from some oddly amiss remark,
so what's a kiss in the dark?

The truth is i'm just talking big,
deep down you know i'm just a kid;
I'd probably fumble and miss in the dark
but it'd still be a kiss to the heart.

The Insomniac (Family Unit, Voice 3).

I glance over at your side of the bed:
empty,... you're still not here;
a collision of thoughts run through my head,
not the least of which is blinding fear.

I'm just not ready to be a dad,
how can you want me as i am?
Forget the good times that we had;
i'm too young and selfish to give a damn!

We can't make the huge mistake
of bringing a child into this life;
i lie in our bed, wide awake,
and, for a second, picture you as my wife.

No! this is not who i'm meant to be!
i'm a one man island, bloody Ibiza!
i've got the passport to all i want to see
now you're trying to revoke my visa.

A bottle of pills couldnt bring me rest,
not when i know i've done the things i did;
it's clear now but who'd have guessed
that deep down, i'm still just a kid?

I wish i'd said something to put you at ease,
this must be a lonely hell for you,
instead i acted like you'd caught some disease;
i just didnt know what to do.

Maybe we could somehow make this work
if it's not too late to set things straight;
i wish i hadnt been such a jerk,
all i can do now is lie here and wait.

I trace the line where you'd place your head,
say my prayers and hope for sleep;
glancing at your empty side of the bed,
i lie awake all night, counting sheep.