the_silence_the_screams blah-ze why stand when you can fall why breathe when you can gasp why move when you can surrender why stay when you can run, far, far away and never return it would be easier, if we had no fears, no failings, no personal pains or sworn enemies to twist that knife a little deeper and so we gather our feelings around a broken hollow in our chest, as blind helpless things gather toward the incandescence, spit out the blood, get back to our feet sometimes i wonder about that last like lying on the ground surrounded: at first you try to escape, to push past the circle of boots striking flesh, but then you lie and tense and cover your head touch wood so life with an end is the rage now: to a future where hope comes with fine print 040820 ... Doar . 040820 ... blah-ze can't you see me? why don't you come to me now? 040827 ... kookaburra they are both overwhelming 040827 ... witchesreqiuem the scream of the butterfly 040828 ... blah-ze masks of torn skin and purple swelling: a drink given for a bullet taken, a punch in the gut from an empty world 041007 what's it to you? who go blather from