screech screech screech
they echo echo echo...
tick tick tick
they echo echo echo...
howl howl howl
they echo echo echo...
glass breaks breaks breaks
they echo echo echo...
your loving voice, now my source of hate
they echo echo echo...
why would one be stupid
to step foot inside a haunted house?
when you know the strangest sounds
echo echo echo...
and see things that would haunt you
echo echo echo...
there's an unspoken barrier
whenever I come across
the kitchen
when we battled amongst the ever constant presence
of the monsters surrounding this house
that echoes echoes echoes...
we relay their messages
we echo echo echo...
"you can never do anything right!"
you echo echo echo...
"I didn't ask to be born!"
I echo echo echo...
why would one be stupid
to step foot inside a haunted house?
I won't be
I'll never go in there
the echoes echoes echoes
vibrate the most inside
I'll stay in place if I have too
for the echoes echoes echoes
to ring until they faint
I won't go in there
It's too haunted
Plethora of the
echoes echoes echoes...
you and I
bellowed bellowed bellowed
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Graveyard of Reveries
Поэзия"Dig all the gravestones if you can Have a wonderful night in this rotting land A rollercoaster ride in dark fantasy Welcome to my graveyard of reveries" A random collection of poems written by a mentally unstable 17-year-old. pls be nice :) COVER B...
