The Void

Once upon a time,
A feeling of excited nervousness,
Would wash over me,
When I'd see you approaching,
But in recent times,
That feeling has gradually disappeared,
And it's almost as if,
You're just another person...

No, no, no,
It wasn't supposed to be this way,
You were supposed to be THE ONE,
My soul mate,
My life's partner,
But why then has my love of you
Suddenly diminished
Into nothing, as if it never existed?

I can't comprehend what happened,
At how my heart could just suddenly
Change it's mind,
And practically stop beating,
Leaving me faced with something unusual,
A massive, empty void,
A void that once contained my love for you,
A void that I thought...

Would never be empty.

The Price of Friendship

The teachers look at me angrily,
And they ask me,
How can you afford to be outside,
Spending time with your friends,
When you have your Leaving Cert,
In a matter of weeks?

Well, I reply,
Knowledge is indeed a valuable thing,
And it does come at a price,
But spending time with my friends?
That is priceless,
Which is why I can afford to do it.

The Knife

The knife,
A symbol of many things,
Of betrayal, of lack of trust,
Of relief, of respite,
Of pain, of never-ending pain.

It's a cliché,
You've stabbed me in the back,
It's an escape,
Used to get away from life,
It causes heartbreaking pain,
Pain for the person using it,
And for the person's family.

The knife,
It's silver, sharp and dangerous,
All it does is cause hurt,
Everything it's associated with,
Causes someone unbearable pain...

The knife,
The ultimate source of suffering,
The ultimate cause of misery.

The Final Judgement

Everything we do in this life,
Will be judged in the afterlife,
The actions we choose to take now,
Shall be accounted for in the sky.
The actions I have chosen to take,
Are a mixture of good and bad,
Unfortunately for me,
The bad far outweighs the good.
In recent times I have tried to change,
But I know myself that it's all fake,
The evil person inside of me lives on still,
A clever opportunist,
He appears from nowhere time-to-time,
And makes me hate myself.
I can't make him shoulder all the blame though,
I am at fault for allowing him to control my actions,
And for allowing my weakness to get the better of me.
The actions I have taken in my life,
Mean that, when the time comes to hand in the final CV,
It will be looked on with disgust,
Before being tossed into the fires of hell,
Along with myself.

The Fifth Province

Pressure mounting,
The fool with the tools,
Is constantly putting me down,
It's times like this,
That I like to go to my sanctuary,
Known to me as,
The Fifth Province.

Not quite Leinster,
Not quite Munster,
Not quite Connacht,
And not quite Ulster,
But a perfect piece of each,
Moulded together to create,
The Fifth Province.

It's so peaceful there,
No pressure at all,
As there's no one there,
To put the pressure on,
Just me and my thoughts,
Alone together,
In the Fifth Province.

Not quite Leinster,
Not quite Munster,
Not quite Connacht,
And not quite Ulster,
But a perfect piece of each,
Moulded together to create,
The Fifth Province.

Sometimes I escape there,
When I'm angry or sad,
And sit alone in silent solitude,
To gather together my thoughts,
So I can channel them onto a page,
Ignorance is bliss,
In the Fifth Province.

Not quite Leinster,
Not quite Munster,
Not quite Connacht,
And not quite Ulster,
But a perfect piece of each,
Moulded together to create,
The Fifth Province.

I'd show it to you if I could,
But it's visible only to me,
You have to discover it yourself,
Although most never do,
As only a rare few,
Experience the reconciling and the healing,
Provided by the Fifth Province...

Not quite Leinster,
Not quite Munster,
Not quite Connacht,
And not quite Ulster,
But a perfect piece of each,
Moulded together to create,
The Fifth Province.