Hard Against the Parapet        (C) 1993 N.Thomas        One safe trip my caution splay        One less trust my feelings betray        Everything before my eyes        I cannot help but despise            Take my blood my lifeless vein            Take my worn out spleen            Take my flesh my worthless carcass            But give me back my dream        Embrace the air, this chilling dissident        Puppet-strings severed in one swift sentiment        Lipstick stained sensual cigarette        Face pressed hard against the parapet        Cursed and prophesised        My sad and sorry slow demise        I have to swallow vertigo        Fractured reasoning could only know        If this depth of pain could lessen desire        This caustic penance I will quickly tire        The sweetest poignant compromise that I despise