the_song_in_my_throat raze you go talking to yourself all night again you go talking to yourself all night nothing's ever gonna be quite right again nothing's ever gonna be quite right there's a solitude that tastes like reckoning bitter blindness with a hint of sweet enter sideways if you're even entering leave with empty pockets and torn feet 231009 ... raze don't believe a word you read in books that rhyme all day lies hide in serif fonts and warp the white space into wants 231125 ... raze oh you_know it's tragic how we get there sadder still when we leave without saying goodbye 231216 ... Soma the words were trapped there — stretching eternal into the silence that fell between us. These unsung syllables would never fulfill the ache in your heart. The invisible things that existed between us fell down and I stood once again alone. In place of a song something heavy and wicked nestled deep into the folds of tissue that lined my throat. A heavy lump of weight that no amount of swallowing displaced. Panicked breathing jostles the babe and it stirs to be birthed from my flesh. The song that once was in my throat is gone, and a raw and ragged thing is born instead. A sound of suffering that rips and tears and claws against our ears. On and on and on it goes as if wailing the truth, the truth, the truth. There's no more song in me. 231217 ... raze i don't know anything at all except for what i think i tell myself dust defines every paperback and curio still sleeping on this shelf 240228 ... raze i spent half my life knocking on doors but you can't get back what never was yours 250125 what's it to you? who go blather from