Fair is Fair

"It was in the destruction of things from which
beauty was born; in the remenance of what has been,
lives and breathes what will be. "

only when i write do they stop
only when i write do the voices stop
only when i write, i find peace

because silence is important
that i knew quite well.
sometimes, silence is necessary.

and here silence struts in his swaggering way
carrying a scythe, in the backs of men it would lay
shh, shh, shh

god forgive me, for all my sins
god forgive me, for everything
god forgive me, god forgive me

the screws were loose
but screws fall out all the time
though i wonder, will he kill me too?