First and Last

Or I will be a man who
says nothing,
or I will be a man
who says less

Its not really the truth
that matters

The room is what
youd imagine it to be

Myself at a table,
this woman on the other side,
and all she wants is
a confession

All she wants is a

An admission that power
will always defeat love

That money makes a sound
like hammers on nails

Like nails driven through
flesh, into wood,
and so i say nothing

I sing a song filled with
the blood of ghosts

I consider what it means
to have an enemy

John Sweet