Echo
Echo
By: Adam M. Snow
The voices calling out my name;
telling me that I'm the one to blame.
Oh how the echo's making me insane.
How can I deal with this tortured rain?
All I want is to be me;
but even I can see;
how the echo's agony scream;
for none-the-less is this a dream.
I hear it in my head;
all the things they have said.
The echoes go on;
for the ground, my tears falls upon.
There's nothing left of me anymore;
for this is way to much for me to bore.
The echoes scream, I feel its pain;
for there's nothing left for me to gain.
Oh how the echo drains me;
for they know not what life may be.
The echoes go on;
so 'gainst the forbidden dawn.