As 2017 draws to a close, here's a look at how it went. Happy new year

Walk a few miles in my shoes
Drenched in blood, memories and booze
Smoke a joint, get lost with me
Come see my world, in second hand be me

Trip with me. Fall and falter
Then go back to your life. Nothing will alter
Taste my life. It’s nothing you’ve seen
Then rearrange your shelves. Put back shit where they’ve been

Embrace my night. It’s pure and dark
Where wolves howl at the moon. Dogs seldom bark
Where caterpillars die. And moths emerge
And stillborn love songs trance-dance to a dirge

Feel with me, the breeze that turns me on
Ice cold and stinging. Like a glacier that’s just born
Swallow my breath, that contains my rhymes
Then go back to Sunday mass. Hear your familiar chimes

Leave your life behind. Kitty parties and bashes
And come run with me. With the moon stuck to your lashes
Take a dip with me. Far below the rules
Then come up to the surface. To drying towels held by fools

I am your nightmare. I am your dream
I am the name featuring in your claustrophobic scream
I am that chance you always planned to take
I am your animal instinct when no one but you are awake

So switch off girl, your photocopied life
And lay down with me, on the edge of my serrated knife
I am your last bungee, your temporary dare
And don’t worry about returning to your life, your breadcrumbs will take you there