Ian Lewis Copestick

Jan 2018

Dark Delusion

Doctor, oh doctor.
Please help her remember.

Help her.
Help her.
Help me.

Get her out of the fog.
Lead her the right way.

Wake up.
Wake up.
Don’t sleep.

The abuses behind my back.
The darkness swallows her.

Don’t go.
Don’t go.
Come back.

Doctor, oh doctor.
Would you please do something.

So lifeless.
So lifeless.
So dead.

She’s disappearing.
Her memories’ slowly fading.

Get it.
Get it.
Give it.

Give her the antidote.
She’s so toxic.

Always remember.
Always remember.
Never forget.

She was my medicine.
But now she’s expired.

Amnesia.
Amnesia.
Remember me.

She’s my drug.
She made me an addict.

Take it.
Take it.
Devour it.

Once you take a taste,
You can never forget.

#death #amnesia #forget #remember #hurt #life #drug #antidote #darkness #addict

Ian Lewis Copestick Dec 2017

Self Doubt

Sometimes I think it's best to be alone
Other people just bring you down
When their intelligence doesn't match my own
But what's the point in being the leader of a one man town ?

Anger and frustration, if it was just my nation
At least things would be done right
But even in my mathematical equation
I would be alone tonight

And if I am so clever, how come I am alone ?
The drink and drugs are an illusion
My thoughts turn themselves into stone
And become an endless confusion

What can I say? What can I do ?
Don't ask me I just don't know I'm all alone just an old fool
Who has nowhere to go

All I have is my poetry
To keep me warm tonight
At least it's something that I believe
And in which I know I am right

Hard Times

Ian Lewis Copestick Dec 2017

Shouting Strummer At The Sky

When the night starts falling all too soon
And by 4'0'Clock you can see the moon
And the depression that wracks you to the depths of your soul
Rolls over all of your hope and takes full control
When you just hold your head in your hands
You don't have the strength to take a stand
When you feel like you're at the end of your rope
And you've got nowhere to place your hope
What is there left to keep you strong ?
What is there left to help you get along ?

Well I don't know about you, but I sing a song
Shout Strummer* at the sky as I stroll along
Mutter Dylan under my breath
It gives me strength with every step
These masters of the art of song
Through the years they keep me strong
You can choose your own artists to help you keep going
But to my mind these are the ones you should be knowing

Joe Strummer- singer/songwriter from The Clash.
Dylan should need no introduction

Ian Lewis Copestick Dec 2017

And A Happy New Year

Life in a post - industrial Northern waste
Anti - depressants help us face our fate
Soap operas more important than real life
They offer resolutions and they excite
Unlike unending poverty
Where there are no neat endings
Wrote off by a government that just doesn't care
******* by corporations who want their share
What can you be but a nihilist?
What can you do but get drugged or ******?
I really wish I had a solution
The only one I know is Revolution
But, of course that will never come
We are kept isolated, sedated and dumb
Back to soap operas and anti- depressants again
Cheap off- licenses and drug dens
Anything to keep us sweetened and beaten
Life itself is bought, sold and cheapened
I really hate to sound so depressed
But I think that the working class is ****** at best

Ian Lewis Copestick Dec 2017

Merry Xmas

Let's celebrate the 25th
Try to forget all of the filth
That surrounds this time of year
And all of the things that we hold dear

All of the ads we see on T.V.
And all the perfect families
They always have enough money
And have no difficulties

They have no depression or anxiety
No worries at all, life is so easy
All of those perfect white-tooth dreams
Where life is not how it seems

But we have to face reality
Where life isn't so easy
Poverty and mental distress
Are as familiar to us as our address

So what can we do but try to see
How happy we are supposed to be
Life is hard,. no one said it would be easy
But why is it quite so hard, is the question that bothers me

Xmas is always hard, well so it seems.

#xmas #pain #loneliness

Ian Lewis Copestick Dec 2017

Cigarettes

It's 5 'O'Clock, the night's hardly begun yet
And already I am almost out of cigarettes
I tell myself I'll only smoke one every two hours
But, I'm kidding myself, I know I don't have the willpower

As every serious smoker knows
A cigarette every 10 minutes is the way it goes
If you have to pick up other people's dog ends
It's easier than letting your habit end

I love to smoke, I smoke to love
This addiction comes from God above
I would smoke the devil's greasy fingers
If I had to, that's how bad it lingers

I know that smoking will **** me
But not if I **** myself you see