Echoes in our hearts
Echoes on the walls
Echoes in our heads,
Echoes in our faults.
The clock stopped ticking forever ago
I can't get a grip but I can't let go.
There wasn't anything to hold on tho
I'm gonna burn my house down into an ugly black, I'm gonna run away now and never look back
Hearts beat but they will stop when all reality fails to hold our society as our graces fall and our minds are lost
What the hells going on, can someone tell me please, why I'm switching faster then the channels on tv.
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Poems from beyond the grave...
PoesiaMainly poetry. Some thoughts and maybe a few song lyrics that I write.
