Strident Sounds
An eighth of a whisper
Climbing thunder-cliffs with thorny scars
An intrinsic gesture becomes a monument above the sea
While the lighthouse burns beneath the ocean
Each chamber they surround
A few clips left for the round
Hiccups and spasms collide
A handful of sleeping pills lead you to dream with pawns
You were the knight of the dark
Stained by the weight of chores
Quivering gifts left after the big wave
Out of ammo, designing a way to draw the nightmares
A stud from the distant Nordic sea
With tinfoil hearts and anxiety to share
Former apprehensions rescue wisdom from immaturity
A handful of jokers, yet not a single deck salvaged
Pawn to knight
Night for nightmare
A nightmare fallen by a joker’s guilt
While we dwell in darkness, mumbling
No one can sense us through their sins
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