my voice is hostage to an army of silence
it’s not really that complicated
i just don’t know what
i never know what to say
i don’t know how to talk anymore
something took it from me
cut the romance
from the part of me that falls in love
but i fell anyway
fell in many ways
i skinned my knee
and fell in love
(with a bloody little part of me)
When God, disgusted with man,
Turned towards heaven.
And man, disgusted with God,
Turned towards Eve,
Things looked like falling apart.
But Crow Crow
Crow nailed them together,
Nailing Heaven and earth together-
So man cried, but with God’s voice.
And God bled, but with man’s blood.
Then Heaven and earth creaked at the joint
Which became gangrenous and stank-
A horror beyond redemption.
The agony did not diminish.
Man could not be man nor God God.
Crying: ‘This is my Creation,’
Flying the black flag of himself.