Silence. Silence. No sound is made.
Intrepid it makes me, intrepid I go.
Utterance. Hush. No sound is made.
Faltering creeps along my rind.
It whispers its cruelty down my spine.
No sound is made. No sound is made.
Geared misfortune, easily hung.
No sound is made. No sound is made.
Out in the open, they swing, they swung.
No sound is made. No sound is made.
Intrepid is my screeching roar.
Combat the frailty cascading my core.
Wailing grief, injustice is done.
Sound is made. Sound is made.
Haunting malice, mephitic love
Smothering them to life.
Saddled-tied, I quicken in.
Dare I lie. I lie again.
Silence.
Sound unmade.