sonic resounds
sonic abound
every wall at a sudden
pulls out a string
They pluck and entangle
every strand dry
and weary
no flickering lights,
no other end to climb.

Mealymouthed the prisoners
En la cabeza, esta loca
para este día,
y el próximo.
There goes the alarm,
let the younger self appear
and save us form this
overly grown despair.

Oh, desolate
and innocent.
Not knowing why
but hurting.

It is the only feeling
that defeats
even the stars aligning
and promises swell on wells.
And suddenly, the inexplicable
shares the same sentiment as
the knowing that there is not
an everlast of bursting joy.

That sonic will resound
and Heaven's mercy be on us
to let it pass for now.