What's Chalk... What's Not... II

The piano played the strings,

      A guitar's light infinite house striding in the dark, As a prayer's last remaining finger scraped like vengeance upon vocal drifting silently into nothing's alive noise chords, As if they'd been hiding behind threats, No legitimate love evoked wording one until the aftermath entitled noose has stuck, Celebrated nothing better than infinite 'payer drunkenness worship' like the ignorant magnitude of hopeless world did as she was dying to live past the end...!

In lieu of harboring the fugitive,
Captivating bleakness...!