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Echoes
Once a tall form stood, now is bare.
The atmosphere emits an awkward emptiness.
Pain surges through a body, originating from the heart.
Trying not to think about it, yet scared to forget.
People start to worry.
Sorrow takes over, on comes autopilot.
Delusions tear at a broken soul.
A familiar scent hangs in the air, soothing and destructive in unison.
Nightmares filled with the past, torturing.
Flints of a voice forced into a traumatized mind.
Fear of insanity.
 `Psychotic · Wed Dec 17, 2008 @ 01:07am · 0 Comments |
