Hope.
there is no sound
only thoughts of what we hear
when we’re awake
there are no dreams
there are no dreams
one broken man will choose to give his life away
and yet another will curse to hear the thought
so tell me where’s your hope. not of god or mice or men just give me hope to start and we can move from there mister chairman
where is hope ah where is hope ah we’re all doomed.
Baby cries. A long time. Unsettling.*
A constant pang in my stomach. a constant tug in my heart.
she looked like her. oh she looked like her.
i’m distraught at the mere thought of the baby's scream.
this will resolve.
it will be no more about life than what occurs within it.
born with a scream. die with a scream. nothing inbetween.
life? no. scream? perhaps.
o death!
o death.
