smash
oh good god
everything, all the bones in all the stories
have been crushed under the pressure
a half-sideways glance as you turn to leave
and as the night eats your form

\why are the stars still crying?
filaments falling on trees and hanging gently
oh good god.
oh, my, there's a dead boy on the tracks
did you see his tracks?
suffleing through, and it's been raining on his funeral

oh good god

look at what the magic does, when you leave to go home
there's nothing for me here execpt the skin of love and the bones of fear
they cannot fall asleep, tonight,
knowing he's dead and their children are still out

put it down and put it out!
he never saw it coming

oh good god, there's a dead boy that i nearly knew

walls as thin as paper come between us all and they are
ripped ! ripped! ripped down when death comes and says hello

i do not miss him but i never knew him

oh my god, it could have been someone i knew
my guts eviscerated at the funeral
it almost was. it could have been
put it down! put it out!

there's bloody hands that are trying to play music
there's an almost almost silence
the murmer, she is growing
the mother, she is growing
and there will always be more children even as the others die
have you died?

there are spaces, there will always be spaces
we left him candles but there is murder in sudan

oh god

death is always standing, nearly, shrouded
waiting for an oppertunity

he never saw it coming,

hold me please oh please oh please
reaper, please, i need to hold your hand
i need to know the path i tread

i can see his tracks