Echoes, echoes,
All around.
Bouncing off the walls,
And the ground.
He cried out,
'Is anyone there?'
But all he heard,
Was the repeating of 'ere'
All he heard,
As he died,
Was his retching breath,
Echoing through this hide.
YOU ARE READING
I see Humans, but No Humanity.
Poetry~ It really is a shame, that people play a game. A gun to their head, a knife in their bed, All because of a game~
