Echoes of the past scream on.
This pulsation of heinous sound…
sound that screeches into my ears!
Echoes of those who scream…
This invisible crowd that follows me…
Voices! Auditory torments!
Echoes of memory and psychosis…
The two entwined like vines over a grave…
Bound in the life of the sufferer
who wishes to be young in the grave
instead of living through nightmares awake!
Echoes! Echoing memories never cease!







