The sound of nails scraping sky Is less like the sound of chalk skidding across an ocean of black In front of open, impressionable faces that soon close like doors
The sound of nails scraping sky Is less like the roar of gunfire and rumbling of rallying souls Of innocents mourning for a life taken too early
The sound of nails scraping sky Is more like the skittering strokes of a pen Fragile and hopeful and open until the page fills with words like it
The sound of nails scraping sky Is like imagination testing its boundaries The boundaries bursting like a balloon
Giving in to a vacuum beyond star-speckled voids Beyond hopes and dreams and pleasures of this life Beyond grief and life and death and time
The sound of nails scraping sky; That's where any other void seekers Will find you and I.
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