As if it was possible to have a conversation with a stationary object — Don’t object to this subject and be subjective…
You stand on the chessboard alone, a queen without a king,And your warriors only blindly march to a different beat across tiles…
Like speaking into a brick wall, my voice futile and vile to the soundOf the static, sporadic and nonsensical, like, why are you…
They won’t abandon you in a ditch somewhere to die,Nor can they scry your next move and fly awayBefore you get to…
