Your fingers are on my throat
the world is rocking like a boat
an ocean
is unbearable
because it never seems to end
and all I can do is float
Your lips are rosebuds that never stop moving
and somehow I find my own disgust soothing
my fingertips
are numb
whenever I lose myself to the waves
but you're deaf so I'm unsure what I'm proving
Your move was the deadly spawn of knight
I sacrificed my pawn, paralyzed by fright
we will protect
the king
from sicknesses like you, bastard
Checkmate. I never lose a single fight.