Echo's

Her wasted fears echo through the halls,
To stain the colors tragic,
And all deadlights flashing.

Dreams come crashing down
Around her faith and hope
Like a needle and dope.

She fade's into a fragile ghost,
Cant you hear her heartbeat through the floor?,
Behind the mirror someone is crying for more.

That needful touch that wake's you in the dead of night,
And if you stand too still in the silence,
You'll hear her chains,The footfalls,Wind songs and echo's of violence.

The hours she spent in that closet holding herself together,
Nobody's coming the secret she despised,
It spread like cancer eatting her inside's.

Now watch the dreams bleed into the boards,
Soak the carpet in rage,
To scent the ait with shane and abscess.

Forever more,
I was never born,
It was all a nightmare,
Dremt by an angel in hell.

Reviews

[Ian]

Wow!
I really really like it! I love it! Wonderful!

"Her wasted fears echo through the halls,
To stain the colors tragic,
And all deadlights flashing."

I can't think of a better beginning for this wonderful piece!
You certainly wrapped this with sadness and pain... just love it... I can feel the emotions as I read it... Beautiful!
Wonderful piece! Great job!

[Scissorhandds4eva<3]

it's amazing i love it!!