31 August 2012
I can hear the echoes, Bouncing off the walls. They come right back to me. With their intimidating calls. I'm alone in here. It used to make me cry. But now I just don't care. I sit here watching them pass by It's not fun in here. They can't hear or see me. I often wonder Where I could be. I can't escape, It's driving me mad. I think it's plain to see What I could have had. But the faceless They keep me here. I screamed and begged To be out there, I've given up now. I sit here quietly. The faceless like that. But I still dream, that I'm free.
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Echoes • Opuss № I